Mishan found an oak tree and placed his hand on it; his vision immediately began to blur.
He saw the Druid.
The tall figure passed swiftly through the woods, closing in on him rapidly. Then a faint light enveloped his body as the Druid's deep voice rang out: "Do not speak!"
"Listen to me."
"You are in great danger now!"
"Your bodies are still near the grove by the stream, but your souls have already left by dozens of kilometers, trapped in the real dream."
"Now."
"Quickly return to the caravan, wake the others, and have them retrace their steps back to the starting point."
"The Forest Sages will attempt to pull you back from the real dream!"
What?
Soul?
Mishan's consciousness wavered for a moment, realizing that everything around him became faint and indistinct. The forest, which had seemed so real just a second ago, had now turned illusory.
The figures of his companions also vanished.
"Am I dreaming?"
"No! The caravan had been traveling for two days."
