He was unsure what kind of dream this was, but he was determined to make the most of it.
For one, he could move his body completely. Unlike now, where even raising his arm was painful.
Kael looked at the whiteboard and the information written and the printouts pasted on top of it. His blue eyes, usually somber, sparkled with a bit of interest as he stared at the contents.
He raised his hand to touch the markers, but his hand only went through.
Sadly, it seemed like he couldn't affect anything in any shape or form. It was like he was watching a scene in a detached manner.
But he could recognize that handwriting anywhere.
Naia's.
Then he realized: This was not a dream.
This thought made his heart clench and palpitate at the same time.
For some reason, she seemed to have gained a parallel space. He wondered if it had something to do with his essence stone. However, his power didn't grant him a separate space, just control of the current fabric around him.
