Dust drifted in lazy spirals as the dreamscape mended itself.
Pillars phased right out of the ground around the altar, slowly turning red.
At the center of it all was Victor breathing shallowly as the enormous statue being loomed over him.
The being's gnarled as a steady flow of pinkish mist seeped from Victor's forehead into its open palm. The mist coiled and pulsed like threads of life essence saturated with sweet memory. Every inhalation from the statue being made the air colder, heavier, as though it were swallowing the very essence of his dreams.
Victor's lips twitched in his unconscious state. Somewhere within the web of illusion spun around his mind, he was still living the perfect life.
He was home again and Danny was laughing on the couch, munching popcorn. Jake was bragging about his latest sparring match with and Max was busy hacking something on his tablet as usual.
Victor grinned as he recalled bagging another endorsement deal that paid him 10,000,000 credits.
