Chapter 53: [Order of the Black Sigil]
Soon, Kael and Selene were swallowed by a darkness deep and endless—like the void between waking and dreaming.
Selene turned to him, her voice soft and curious.
"Kael, what is this place?"
Kael chuckled low, a sound that seemed to ripple through the stillness.
"This is the Dream Realm. And for now... I am its temporary master."
Selene nodded, quiet and accepting, as if the name alone carried weight too vast to question.
Then, by the sheer force of his will, Kael wove the darkness into form—an immense castle rose before them.
Its walls shimmered like liquid night, folding and twisting with impossible angles, adorned with glowing runes that pulsed faintly like stars trapped in stone.
Towers spiraled upward, reaching beyond sight, crowned with ethereal banners that fluttered in a wind they could not feel.
The air thrummed with quiet power, alive and ancient.
At the center, a magnificent throne carved from obsidian and starlight waited. Kael took his seat, steady and commanding.