Trace opened his eyes to the clear blue sky of his world.
Time passed differently in dreams. If the world outside were ending, he would be tempted to bring Anaisa here and live out ages together in this realm. They had spent more hours together here than awake, with all the lifetimes they'd built into this place.
And finally, she was back with him. But not here, not yet.
In the blink of an eye, he was at the edge of his world, looking out.
The sight was not pleasant.
A hundredfold larger than his own world, the Emperor's dream loomed like a blazing red sun scorching everything that came too near.
At least, it tried. In the end, Trace's control gave him some power to alter the eyesore.
In the presence of so many magical trees, even though they were far below, he could do a lot more than he'd once imagined.