The cold disappeared, kept out by the pants that had never been torn.

The creature watched the wound disappear. It was impossible to tell with the alien skin covering its face, but Titus thought he saw uncertainty in its eyes.

This was the dream world. It was rare for a dreamer to know they were actually in a dream, rarer still for one to be able to alter the dream world. There was no reason this creature had to know that he couldn't use his full strength. A plan formed.

“That's right, you pathetic thing,” Titus spat. He knew the chances of the beast understanding him were slim, but the intention behind his words might be enough. He drew himself up to full height, letting go of the rocks for balance—he no longer needed it. “I am The Trickster Orphan, the...

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