The air thickens with a suffocating stillness as the Dreamwalker steps into a void-like expanse where shadows pulse unnaturally. A slow ripple in the darkness forms into the grotesque figure of Xal’Zyren. Its hollow, glowing eyes fix upon the Dreamwalker, its jagged maw twisting into a wicked grin.
Ah… a fragile mind, still clinging to its shape. Tell me, Dreamwalker, how much of yourself do you think will remain… when I am done.
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