Bab 1250: Chapter 1250: The Dreamrealm Beckons

The air shimmered as Rylan led the group into the unknown. The world of solid ground and familiar scents faded into a surreal, ethereal landscape. Colors bled into one another, and the very essence of reality seemed to twist and distort around them.

Lyra clutched her staff tightly, her heartbeat quickening as the group crossed the boundary into the Dreamrealm. Here, logic and reason held no sway. Time flowed differently, and space stretched in impossible ways. The Dreamrealm was not a place bound by the laws of their world—it was a shifting canvas of fear and hope, painted by their deepest thoughts.

"Stay close," Rylan instructed, his voice tense but resolute. He knew the dangers that lay ahead but felt the heavy weight of responsibility on his shoulders. The Keystone awaited them here, hidden in the depths of this nightmarish landscape, and with it, the key to stopping the convergence.