The chill that had gripped Kael at the sight of a single Dark Guardian was nothing compared to the crushing weight of a dozen presences.
Their red eyes burned like embers within the darkness they carried, and their collective voice resounded like a distorted echo — a cold hiss that promised only oblivion.
Anya didn't hesitate. Her face, a moment before marked by fatigue, hardened into a mask of resolute determination. She could feel their hatred like standing beneath the blazing sun of a desert.
Her hand flew to her bracelet, which once again turned into the carved staff, its tip shining with a deeper shade of blue.
"Run!" she shouted, her voice strong and clear despite the booming echoes of the Guardians' voices.
"Follow me! We can't face them here!"
Though terrified, Kael let his practical sense guide him. There was no time for questions. Anya was clearly powerful, but even she seemed overwhelmed by so many enemies.
Without hesitation, he ran after her.
Anya moved with surprising speed, leaping toward one of the side dream corridors — the one pulsing with jade-green light and whispering with the murmur of flowing water.
The Dark Guardians were not slow. With inhuman agility, they hurled themselves in pursuit, their forms slicing through the darkness, draining the light from the surrounding dreams that died in eerie silence.
"Be ready to touch what I show you!" Anya yelled without slowing down.
She dove into the jade corridor, and Kael followed, feeling the air change abruptly. The scent of seaweed and saltwater filled his nostrils, and the sound of crashing waves echoed all around them.
The corridor was an oceanic dream — a tunnel of crystalline water teeming with bioluminescent fish and vibrant corals.
But the darkness of the Dark Guardians behind them began to cloud the water, turning the scene into an underwater nightmare.
"Here!" Anya pointed to a large pearlescent shell embedded in the dream-wall.
"Touch it! Open the passage!"
Kael didn't understand, but obeyed. He reached out and brushed his hand against the shell.
A golden spark, brighter than before, leapt from his palm and enveloped the shell. With a sharp click, its valves slowly opened, revealing a smaller tunnel lined with shimmering pearls.
"Good! Your Slumbering Fire is more responsive than I thought!" exclaimed Anya as she slid into the passage.
"It's the power to rekindle and reconnect! One touch, and the dream obeys!"
They emerged into another corridor, this one a labyrinth of dull mirrors that reflected only distorted shadows.
The silence was unnatural, broken only by their ragged breathing. The voices of the Dark Guardians were more distant now, but Kael could still feel their presence — a cold echo prickling at his skin.
"Where are we going?" Kael panted.
"To the old paths," Anya replied, running with steady steps between the mirrors.
"Places the Ash tried to erase. There are still sanctuaries left."
As they ran, Kael noticed his dream garden — the pale glow at its center now shining brighter, pulsing in rhythm with his fear and excitement.
The Extract of Deep Lucidity made him acutely aware of everything — both a blessing and a curse. He saw the destruction the Dark Guardians left behind, the dream corridors fading and cracking under their touch, vibrant dreams collapsing into hollow shells.
"Anya!" he shouted. "Who are these Guardians? And what is the Ash?"
Anya didn't look back.
"There's no time for explanations now! The Ash is the entity that seeks to consume all dreams. The Guardians are its servants — former Keepers who bowed to its will, or creatures born of its hunger."
They ran through three more dream corridors, each a fleeting glimpse into a different world:
a field of blood-red flowers, a forest of silver-leaved trees, a city of towers brushing against clouds of cotton.
Each time, Kael had to touch a door, a window, or a tree root to open the way — and each time, a stronger spark leapt from his fingertips, a growing sense of connection that startled him.
He was learning, instinctively.
Finally, Anya stopped.
They had reached a dream corridor unlike any other — vast and cavernous, filled with an aura of silence and age. The walls were made of dark stone engraved with runes that seemed to dance.
At its center stood a colossal, rusted, massive, forgotten iron door.
"This is the Ancient Gate," Anya said, her voice hoarse.
"The old entrance to the true Academy. It was sealed centuries ago, when the Ash began to spread. It's a gate of access… but also of defense. Only a Keeper of the Slumbering Fire can awaken it."
They heard the voices of the Dark Guardians approaching, and the air grew icy. They had arrived.
"You brought us here hoping I could open this door — without even knowing if I can — with those things chasing us?" Kael's eyes were wide with disbelief.
"And what am I supposed to do now?!"
"You must touch the heart of the door," Anya commanded urgently.
"Connect with its runes. Let your fire expand."
Kael shook his head, then stepped closer. The iron surface was cold to the touch, but beneath the rust, he could feel a latent power.
He pressed both hands to it, closing his eyes, focusing not on fear nor the pursuing Guardians, but on the spark pulsing stronger within him.
In his mind, he saw the faint light of his dream garden expanding, striving to fill the void.
A wave of energy surged through him, from chest to hands.
A burst of golden light erupted from Kael's palms, enveloping the entire door. The engraved runes lit up one by one, vibrating with ancient power.
The iron gate began to move, groaning as it opened.
At that exact moment, the dozen Dark Guardians appeared at the end of the corridor.
Their red eyes widened at the sight of the door opening.
"Stop him!" thundered the chorus of voices. "He must not reach the Academy!"
The Guardians charged like a wave of darkness and frost.
Anya stood before the gate, her staff slashing the air, creating a barrier of blue light.
"Come on, Kael! Just a little longer!" she cried, holding off the assault alone.
Kael's golden light crackled; the gate was opening wider, revealing a dark, deep passage beyond. But maintaining that flow of energy was exhausting — his mind was dimming, the Extract's power fading under the strain.
"Hurry!" shouted Anya, her barrier faltering under the relentless onslaught.
Their claws reached out, trying to tear through, to drain her.
With one last desperate effort, Kael poured all his strength into the gate.
With a deafening roar, the massive iron door burst fully open, revealing a tunnel of living rock illuminated by a faint greenish glow from within.
"Inside!" Anya yelled, pushing him across the threshold. Before Kael could fall, she grabbed his arm and pulled him in, just as her barrier of light shattered under the Guardians' blows.
The iron door slammed shut behind them with a thunderous clang, sealing away their pursuers.
Their screams of rage and frustration slowly faded as the massive gate sealed.
Kael collapsed to the ground, panting, trembling. The Extract of Deep Lucidity was nearly spent; his senses dulled, the weight of the waking world returning.
Anya leaned against the closed door, her staff glowing faintly. Her face was pale, sweat glistening on her brow, but a tired smile curved her lips.
"You did it, Kael," she whispered hoarsely. "You're inside."
Kael lifted his gaze. They were in a stone corridor — more solid, more real than any dream he had crossed. The air was cool, smelling of moss and ancient dust. The faint greenish glow came from magical torches set into the walls.
"Where… where are we?" Kael asked, his voice a whisper.
Anya helped him to his feet.
"We're beneath the Academy," she said, pointing down the long corridor.
"In its oldest foundations — the Deep Foundations. Welcome to the Academy of Broken Dreams."
Kael took a step, feeling the solid ground beneath his feet. The place felt ancient, deeper, and more real than any dream. And then he saw it.
Hanging on the stone wall before them was an aged banner, its once-vibrant colors now faded but still visible.
It bore a symbol: two stylized flames — one gold, one blue — intertwined above an open book.
But what caught Kael's eye, with growing disbelief, was the carving beneath the banner:
a cruel, weathered engraving depicting a barren landscape, a ruined garden beneath a sunless sky.
And in that garden of desolation, even in its rough outline, there was a single small tree.
Elara's tree.
His broken dream — carved there, beneath the symbol of the Academy — as a warning… or a curse.
Why was his shattered dream engraved here, in the Deep Foundations?