The fury that Moses felt made his eyes turn red as he screamed Xaloc. The white robe that Xaloc wore seemed to be stained in his eyes, mocking him. This person had killed Arlen and yet he did not feel any remorse.
"Xaloc! How could you? How dare you wear that?" Moses said as a thick purple mist surrounded him and he attacked Xaloc.
The words from Moses' mouth led the surroundings to be aflame with gossip but Xaloc did not pay attention to them. It was not as if he was particularly hiding his identity. He felt the thread tugging him violently and he smiled faintly, allowing himself to be pulled into Moses's dreamscape.
As someone who had the divinity of Sleep for so long, Xaloc understood it thoroughly. Unless someone far stronger than you were to forcefully invade your dreamscape, you were the king here.
Xaloc found himself in a dark expanse of land.
