[Cell phone ringing!]Startled, Rose awoke with a jump as her dream's remnants faded. She swiftly answered her ringing phone, her concern evident in her voice. "Hello, are you alright?" she inquired.Tears streamed down Lyta's face as her voice trembled, "Hector... he's gone.""I understand. Are you alright?" Rose inquired, her tone laced with concern. "I mean, physically. Is everything... well?""I'm still pregnant," Lyta replied. "That's good, right?" Rose asked. "He said he would take the baby," Lyta's voice trembling. "He won't," Rose replied, her tone resolute. "He won't trouble you or me anymore. I give you my word," she declared with unwavering conviction."Arrived," Gilbert gestured, guiding the vehicle into the vacant hotel parking space."We've arrived at the hotel with Gilbert," Rose informed. "We'll retrieve Jed swiftly and return immediately, alright?""Okay," Lyta replied silently. "I see you in a few hours," Rose said and hung up the call."Is she alright?" Gilbert a
Rose and Gilbert split up in the lobby, each determined to search for Jed. Gilbert proceeded down the hallway, offering polite nods of greeting to everyone he passed by.Spotting a sign that read 'Make it Pay,' his curiosity was piqued, and he was eager to uncover its meaning.In one of the convention hall's corners, Gilbert observed a gathering of individuals engrossed in conversation. Stealthily positioned, he discreetly tuned in to their dialogues, intrigued by the discussions taking place among the group.The choir boy: Even 10Gs per victim identified isn't too much to ask. It's crucial to remember is that they will pay to know for certain. Even if the cops don't go with it, families surely will.The Choir Boy 2: Revolves around a compelling mission to prolong the flame of hope. Your objective? Extract evidence of the trophy's existence, for which a monetary reward awaits. While it might not be a fortune, the compensation typically ranges in the ballpark of a few thousand dollars,
Walking up to the receptionist's desk, Rose greeted with a polite smile. "Hello, I'm here searching for my younger brother," she explained to the receptionist, her tone both concerned and hopeful. "I was wondering if you might have come across him during your time here?" Her inquiry was gentle and filled with anticipation.Rose presented the flyer to the receptionist, who quickly scanned its contents, including her name and contact details. A smile brightened the receptionist's face as she looked up. "You must be Rose Walker," she said, recognizing Rose from the information on the flyer."Indeed, I am," Rose confirmed, her expression a mixture of confirmation and puzzlement. "Why?" she inquired, clearly taken aback and seeking further clarification.The receptionist retrieved a key card from her desk. "Your reserved room is ready, here is your key card" she said, extending it to Rose."My room key?" Rose inquired, her expression one of bewilderment."Mmm-hmmm," the receptionist replie
Swiftly traversing the Dream realm's grand library, Morpheus called out urgently, his voice echoing through the vast expanse, "Lucien!"Emerging from the shadows behind Morpheus, Lucien stepped forward. "My Lord," her voice carried urgency as she sought his attention. Morpheus turned towards her, his gaze fixing upon her with curiosity. "There is an urgent matter I need to discuss," Lucien stated, her words propelled by a sense of haste as she approached Morpheus.Interrupting gently, Morpheus interjected, "I'm here to listen," he reassured in a calm tone. "However, before we proceed, I need to acknowledge that you were correct," Morpheus conceded.Upon hearing this revelation, Lucien was taken aback by Morpheus' unexpected admission. Her gaze fixated on him, a mix of surprise and curiosity painting her expression."It was the Vortex that caused the harm to our realm, and I made a mistake by endangering our safety, hoping she could locate the lost Arcana," Morpheus admitted to Lucien.
Wandering down the hotel corridor, Rose scanned the room numbers, searching for her destination. Her steps came to a halt as she reached the door marked 107, denoting it as the Junior Suite she was seeking. She gently rapped on the door, calling out, "Hello?" Her voice hung in the air, waiting for a response, but the room remained silent.Inserting her key card into the door, Rose cautiously pushed it open, allowing just half of her body to enter the room. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing in the silence.Rose's gaze swept across the room as her body straddled the threshold, poised halfway in and halfway out. Her eyes landed on a small table adorned with a plate of chicken wings and a glass of juice. A tremor of hope rippled through her. "Jed?" She called out, her voice tinged with anticipation and concern, her heart pounding in her chest.From the far end of the hall, Jed caught a faint echo of his sister's voice. "Rose?" He called out, a hint of uncertainty in his tone, nee
"And you are the Vortex," Corinthian smiled.Rose locked eyes with Corinthian through his dark sunglasses and issued a stern warning, "If you're aware of that, then you must know that Morpheus is keeping a close watch on me.""Do you believe he's watching over you to ensure your safety?" Corinthian posed the question, his tone rhetorical. He then stated firmly, "He's observing you because the moment you close your eyes and begin to unravel the barriers between people's dreams, he intends to end you," Corinthian persuaded Rose with unwavering conviction.Corinthian's words left Rose utterly convinced, rendering her speechless."But imagine if someone shielded you, prevented him from ending you," Corinthian pressed on, his words weaving a persuasive spell around Rose. "In that scenario, you would become the heart of the Dreaming," he continued to reassure her. "Morpheus would lose his powers, and I would find my freedom," he concluded, his voice carrying a soft, reassuring smile.As Ros
Corinthian reached his destination and took a seat among the members of the cult family gathered in the convention hall. He attentively listened to Nimrod, who stood at the front, addressing the assembly."Our guest of honor's presence here tonight serves as undeniable proof, at least in my eyes, that dreams can indeed come true," Nimrod addressed the gathering."In his lifetime, he has become a legend and an inspiration to all of us. He's among the pioneers and the finest in his field," Nimrod proclaimed, honoring their esteemed guest. He then raised his voice, addressing the assembled members of the Cult Family. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the Corinthian!" His words rang out through the microphone, marking the Corinthian's welcome to address the gathering.[Audience cheering].Corinthian walked up to take over the microphone from Nimrod by addressing the audience and assisted at his back was The Good Doctor, who also left after Corinthian was settled standing in front o
Back in the waking world, within the convention hall, Morpheus and Corinthian stood facing each other.Morpheus examined the scar on his hand, the remnant of the earlier knife wound inflicted by Corinthian, and noticed that it was healing spontaneously.Corinthian removed his black glasses, exposing his teeth eye sockets, "If you think I'm going to the Dreaming with you …," His sentence trailed off as he glanced at Morpheus and was interrupted.Morpheus interjected firmly, "You won't be returning," he stated. "I brought you into this world to aid humanity, not to prey upon it," he clarified."Do you understand my motivation?" Corinthian inquired. "I do it to experience the sensation of hunger," he confided, revealing his longing. "And as for you, you're not concerned with humanity. Your priorities revolve solely around yourself, your domain, and your regulations," he accused Morpheus with anger in his voice.Morpheus glared at Corinthian, his anger simmering beneath a calm exterior. H