The Dreamscape was a swirling mass of energies, symbols, and fragmented memories. Alaric stood at its center, his focus unwavering. Each day that passed felt like a year, and as time stretched on in the surreal plane, he delved deeper into his bloodline, unraveling its mysteries, seeking control and mastery. The power he felt was vast and overwhelming, but with every moment, Alaric grew more attuned to its currents.
Back in the real world, time moved swiftly. Ten days passed in what felt like the blink of an eye for Gilbert. He sat by the window, his eyes frequently darting toward Alaric, whose body remained still, a soft aura pulsating around him. Gilbert's heart was heavy with concern, yet he trusted in Alaric's strength.
