Inside his quiet seclusion room, Gunn Calway placed his porcelain teacup gently onto the polished floor. His loyal butler immediately stepped forward, picking it up without a word.
"Seems like he activated the Feather of Dreamwalker," Gunn murmured, peering into the distance as though he could see beyond walls. "Two miniature illusions will be created from each other's memories. They're swapped… forced to survive in the twisted versions of their past. The Feather doesn't show the whole life, but crafts the deadliest moments into something even more terrifying."
The butler remained silent, waiting.
Gunn sighed. "A pity. Once, our ancestors could reach the Dream Realm directly. But after the collapse of the Ancient Races… it was forever cut off. Still… some say the Feather can even reveal forgotten memories. If one is lucky."
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