Dream Enkindle

Two days later, Angor had arrived at Freighting Town and was now explaining the boundless wildland to Freud, who grew more and more awestruck as he listened.

Each time Angor needed to mention his nightmare power, he would simply make up another word such as special illusions so that he didn't reveal his secret.

"Mister Padt. So you used your 'special illusion' to trigger the Dream Whelk. By this, you can enter the same area consistently? Then this place is very likely to be the result of combining a dream and your illusion." Freud's eyes glimmered. "This means my ambition is not an empty fantasy. But… I still know nothing about this illusion of yours, so I can't provide anything on my end. How did such power work together with the Dream Realm?"

Angor shrugged. "As I said before, it's a unique art I received from my professor, so I can't share it with anyone. Unless you swear to me using Follower's Oath."