Will of chaos - Chapter 2032 2032: Cap 2022 (Rewritten): Rescuing Dreams

4 days ago:

I sat in a meditative pose, covered in sweat, every vein and muscle in my body tense to the maximum, yet my eyes were calm as an ethereal dragon head undulated between the grips of my two hands.

“Do you have time?” (Xerxes)

“No, but you’re still going to talk, aren’t you?” (me)

“Of course I am, after all, I know you won’t be bothered by me.” (Xerxes)

Xerxes sat in front of me and I immediately knew that this wasn’t her real body, in fact, it wasn’t even her, just a doll being controlled.

“Like you, I’m busy at the moment, but I needed to clarify certain things.” (Xerxes)

“Then get to the point!” (me)

I really didn’t want to talk, the thing being held in my hands was my Aura, it was different from how I trained before, even being a living Aura it still belonged only to me, an extension of my Will.

But now it was different; it was a fusion of several Wills with mine as the core. Many Wills acting as one might seem easy, but in reality, it was horrible since each Will has a different interpretation.

Not to mention that these Wills were corroding my own Will. It was insignificant, but I couldn’t allow that. My Aura, whenever it left my body, was like a wild beast that needed taming.

What I needed was to create an automatic or semi-automatic routine for integrating these Wills, a form similar to a school of fish acting as one, something not just synchronized but as if they were all the cells forming a single body.

At least that was the solution I arrived at, and it seemed plausible that it would work, at least theoretically. What needed to be done was outside my body, which led to the current problem where I am measuring forces against an equal force.

Because of this, I didn’t want to be disturbed, which clearly didn’t matter to Xerxes.

“You must remember not to act; your power will be the easiest for them to sense.” (Xerxes)

“The rescue of the Dream Avatars must be swift and without your help.” (Xerxes)

“What’s the reason for that?” (me)

“Because of their specialization, they’ve been searching for me for a long time, and as Guerra made clear before, we are a priority target.” (Xerxes)

“They are sensitive to the power of Chaos; just my participation will be risky.” (Xerxes)

“But what about the second part of the plan?” (me)

“It will be as we discussed before, so you must wait until we have gathered everyone.” (Xerxes)

“Alright!” (me)

After agreeing, the puppet Xerxes was controlling fell to the ground, disintegrating into stones and dust. I was once again left to my training.

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Now.

“I will open the Path of Dreams.” (Dream)

Dream approached the mirror and touched it with one of his long fingers. The surface of the mirror began to ripple as if it were a body of water. The mist that ran through the interior of the mirror began to swirl between its edges as a path deepened.

It was a strange thing to see; it seemed that within that mist there was a weight that even I could not lift, and yet it floated, swirling with just a touch of Dream’s finger.

“This path leads to my Dream Avatars, you must take them first, the surveillance on them is less because they are not a risk.” (Dream)

“How many are there now?” (Xerxes)

“There are 2 Dreams, after you get them, use this to go to the 3 Nightmares.” (Dream)

Dream turns around with a new face, this time it was the face of Nix in her Dragon form, she throws into Xerxes’ hands what looked like an old, excessively large, pink key.

“This same key, when broken, will open the way back.” (Dream)

“Come on, I’m looking forward to this…” (Ohara)

Dream points with her arm towards the mirror, urging us to enter, and we do. Entering the mirror was like diving into a lake with very tense liquid. The increasingly deep tunnel formed by the mist was strange, almost like a perspective painting that would disappear if I looked at it from another angle. The mist itself seemed to contain something within, something that piqued my curiosity, and so, as I passed through patches of mist, I ended up touching them several times, revealing entire worlds, all different. It was as if every time I touched the mist I was changing a television channel, always with new programs.

I wasn’t the only one interested. Ohara ran his hand through the mist, revealing various dreams as if he were playing with water. Even Xerxes was walking around, occasionally glancing at certain worlds, each one about events I prefer not to remember.

Hinata was the worst. She was literally swimming in and out of the mist. Sometimes she would emerge from the mist carrying things like a piece of cake, a wooden sword, a piece of clothing, a plant pot, and even a baby that wouldn’t stop crying.

I had already understood that each part of this mist represented the dreams of countless beings throughout creation. Everyone here was disrespecting these dreams with their behavior; only the Twins were acting calmly, never touching the mist along the way.

It took us several minutes, but we finally arrived at the correct place. As soon as we passed through the entire tunnel, we came across a room with two doors, not the one we came through.

One of the doors was pink with sculpted unicorn heads, and the other was a refrigerator door with a child’s drawing hanging on it.

“Which door?” (Xerxes)

“Either one.” (me)

“If you’re not going to choose, then let me.” (Ohara)

Ohara took several steps forward until she reached the pink door, which opened immediately. Inside, it seemed to be a white stone castle with pink roofs; even the clouds in the sky looked like cotton candy.

We all entered through the door, which closed as soon as we stepped inside. My eyes scanned the room, spotting a group of unicorns drinking from a lake that seemed to be made of chocolate; even the aroma of the place was sweet, clearly proving this was a child’s dream.

Lena pointed to the castle, and at the top we saw something strange: hundreds of wires attached to the castle towers, the people near the castle, and even what I assumed to be the target location. One tower in particular had even more wires attached to it.

As soon as we entered that place, the wires tried to reach us, but Ohara simply waved a few fingers, and all the wires shattered.

It was at this moment that the flow of this world changed. I could feel it; what I was sensing would soon appear, and just as I imagined, it did.

They were life-sized dolls, dressed as knights and bound with wires that reached the sky. The problem was that each of these dolls, however funny they looked, was too strong, emanating a presence that seemed to distort the dream around them, and also seemed to contain some kind of power I had felt before when I was interrupted in my fight against Guerra.

They also moved very fast, arriving in front of us by the dozens. Cortana was the first to advance, but she didn’t use any technique or magic; she waved her hand, avoiding the dolls’ blows before managing to touch their chests in an incredible combo.

Soon each of these dolls fell to the ground. Their bodies contorted as they became trees, and from the trunk of each one a crystal that looked more like a 20-sided die emerged. Cortana’s hand trembled as she waved with her other hand. All these crystals were pulled towards her before returning to me.

Before I could touch any of them, Xerxes grabbed my hand, took a bag full of symbols, and put those crystals away before we continued our way inside where new dolls appeared, some dressed as maids carrying knives, others as knights or nobles, and soon we were before a door. When we entered, I saw what looked like a sweet princess with very torn faces and lines binding each of her joints, surrounded by a strange energy that could only move her sad eyes in our direction.

“That seal, leave it to me.” (Xerxes)

“< Art of Paradox: Paradoxical Inversion >” (Xerxes)

Suddenly the lines released the princess’s body, and she fell. I ran and caught her in my arms, seeing her small body tremble with weakness.

I handed her to Lena before continuing. This time we went to the nearest door where Xerxes used that strange key on a random door that soon opened, revealing the outside of this place.

As we left, the door slammed shut, its color fading. Without wasting any time, we headed towards another door that looked like a refrigerator door with a drawing of a child trapped inside.

We all knew we couldn’t waste our time, so we went straight to this door where we found ourselves in a modern house.

“Where are you…?” (me)