In the underbelly of the Dream Master Lake, a place where whispers of the old gods still lingered, Nadeem tread softly on the hallowed ground.
The heart of the source awaited him, its presence a silent siren call that resonated in the marrow of his bones. The sanctum unveiled itself, a cathedral of shadows and murmuring waters, its surfaces etched with runes that pulsed with an ancient cadence.
Here lay the spring of power, cradled in the bosom of the earth, its waters a mirror to the firmament above. With hands that betrayed a tremor of anticipation, he withdrew a chalice—crafted from alchemies forgotten and adorned with sigils of the Dream Masters. He dipped the vessel into the pool, and the moment the source kissed the cup, a luminescence bloomed, a blue flame that danced upon the liquid like a living thing.
A shiver ran across the cosmos as the balance of the void trembled. Where there had been harmony, a discordant note rang out, setting the stars themselves atremble. The barrier that held back the nightmare realm, woven by the Dream Masters of old, frayed at the edges.
The transformation set upon Nadeem was not just of flesh but of spirit. The red of his cloak, now a canvas for the spectral dance of blue, mirrored the turmoil within. His mind expanded, stretching into the corners of understanding that mortals were not meant to tread. And with this newfound cognizance came the chilling realization of his folly.
A panic gripped him, a primal fear as he grasped the magnitude of his transgression. There was no return from this precipice; the door had shut, the key turned by his own hand. He was adrift, a consciousness expanded yet ensnared, his essence intertwined with the ebbing powers that held back the void.
In that fateful draught, Nadeem bridged the realms of dreams and nightmares, of reality and the void. The equilibrium was shattered, the yin and yang sundered by a single act of hubris. And as the void sensed the breach, it stirred, its denizens turning their gaze upon the mortal world, and among them, Wraith Captain Nori, the shepherd of lost souls, felt the call.
See Also:
Wraith Captain Nori of the Ethereal Realm: https://www.forgottenrunes.com/lore/souls/2950/0
Bard Tengu of the Keep: https://www.forgottenrunes.com/lore/wizards/940/0
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