The entire court went silent after Sebastian’s shout, they could all see the anger in his eyes, and it was all the more present in Layla’s eyes. To speak in such a foul manner of mix-bloods was the same as insulting their late children, their youngest son might have committed a grave crime, but their eldest son and daughter were innocent of such affairs. Dorian paused and took a step back as he offered a light bow, “My apologies ‘Lady Duchess’ and ‘Your Dukeship’, it was insensitive of me to bring up such topics,” his tone was apologetic, but the eyes with which he looked at Dalis showed no apology at all. “Ahem,” Ares cleared his throat, it sounded like steel was grating on gravel, “I would like to make a motion to begin the first vote, to determine the life or death of Dreamer,” he stated. Dalis looked around seeing that no one opposed the idea he knew that it was time for the votes. There were a total of 13 seats, 10 were the faction leaders, the other 3 belonged to Sebastian,

Before Hugo could speak Zera chimed in, in a soothing and melodious voice, “Hugo can speak for the Factionless as well, I believe that our ideas are in line with each-other,” she spoke softly. Hugo nodded apparently agreeing with Zera, “Your Dukeship, once the war commences the Jack of all Trades, and the Factionless will be stretched thin between our tasks,” “We will have to take up the dungeon clearing, the beast extermination tasks of the other factions, plus we’ll be running the supply lines,” “In this case every set of hands on deck will make a difference, we can push of many of our menial tasks like sowing the soil and gathering manure on to him, it will hinder his evolution progress, I’m sure that such a thing will be a suitable punishment for him, he’ll receive his basic meals but he’ll work for no payment,” Hugo added. In the current age for an evolver to be denied the opportunity to gain levels it was one of the punishments that would be the most frustrating to receive,

Dalis felt fuzzy. Yep that was the word, that described how he felt at the moment. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep, but now he found himself in a strange place, it was just that he couldn’t really do anything. He wanted too look around but he felt like he had no eyes, he wanted pull himself up but he felt like he had no hands with which he could pull him self up, he wanted to walk but… well you get the picture. The world all around him started to shimmer, and various large doors and stone corridors flashed in and out of his conscious mind. “Am I dreaming?” he wondered aloud, dreams were different for Dalis, he remembered all of his dreams, unlike everyone he knew, but his dreams were even stranger yet. He would frequently find himself awake inside his dreams, fully aware that his dream was a dream, without it ever breaking unless he willed it so, unlike other people whose dreams broke the moment they realised they were dreaming. But even so this dream felt diffe

When the night faded into day, and the morning began Dalis opened his eyes. He clutched his head that was unusually sore, and slowly recalled the dreams he had, it was strange, he usually had a perfect recollection of his dreams, but dreams always had a little nonsensicalness to them. But his dream from the night felt real, and he had a feeling that it was… When he went into the soul space, he found Raylin passed out in a sitting position, still looking that deadly shade of sick. When he reached Raylin, he suddenly paused and thought that maybe it wasn’t the best of ideas of let him know that he had seen the guys memory. Though he felt like it was a pity not to congratulate him on the bombshell of a wife he landed himself. But thinking of that made him all the more certain that it wasn’t a wise idea to tell Raylin what he saw, after all he was having a pretty intimate moment with his wife in that memory. As he thought about the memory he witnessed, he couldn’t help but wonder i

Dalis left a perfectly cleaned out bowl with not even a speck of porridge left on the inside of his bowl, while he set his eyes on the lady in charge of the kitchens, he knew that he couldn’t get into her good books overnight. He moved on to the next part of schedule, as he made his way towards the corridors he would be sweeping, he noticed his stamina gradually recovering, it was nearing 320 of 340, and gradually increasing. His only energy so far that remained unmoving was his mana, it seemed like stamina was used as he moved about, and it recovered from eating, as for clarity it was used when he focused, as for its recovery he still wasn’t sure, he could only guess that it came with rest. Then there was mana which didn’t move at all, it was the only energy that his body didn’t need to operate. When he reached the corridors he was assigned, he found a broom against the wall and started to sweep away all the dust, and gradually made his way down the corridor. There wasn’t much m