Silas held Valeria's hand securely. They stood at the very edge of the pristine silver grass. The beautiful, moonlit clearing of his deepest subconscious was perfectly quiet. Just a few feet away, the chaotic boundary of the nightmare waited for them. The dark tree line was violently churning with red smoke and the distant, muffled roars of the phantom crowd.
"She is waiting for us to come out," Valeria noted softly. Her Prime Origin spark hummed steadily beneath her skin. The fear that had paralyzed her earlier was completely gone. She was anchored by the absolute devotion of her husband.
"She is waiting for a terrified mortal," Silas corrected her. A sharp and dangerous smile touched his lips. "She is about to be incredibly disappointed."
Silas stepped across the boundary. He pulled Valeria seamlessly through the veil of his own mind and back into the upper layers of the dreamscape.
