Izikel could only think of one way to investigate his suspicion, and that was through Dream walking.
'If I use my ability to enter Markis' dream, I might see something that would give me an idea'
It was worth the shot.
He sat before his altar, closed his eyes, and said the word:
"Dream."
And when he opened them, he found himself in the Dream world—countless dreams shining like stars above him, each one pulsing with a presence, a heartbeat of its own.
"Welcome back, Dreamer," the ever-present voice of the Guide greeted him.
"Thank you."
He didn't waste time. His eyes scanned the hovering dreams that floated not too far from reach. It didn't take long before he spotted the one that belonged to Chief Markis.
Immediately, he reached for it.
As his fingers made contact, he was pulled inside—but this time, there were no pictures. No floating memories. No hazy dreamlike illusions. He simply found himself somewhere else.
Weightless.
Almost transparent.
