I immediately teleported to Phanelo, the capital of the Elpenheim Theocracy.
At the entrance to the Holy See, a beautiful white triumphal arch stood flanked by rows of paladins. They were gatekeepers, tasked with filtering out outsiders like me.
What should I do?
Since this was a dream, a fleeting urge to storm in and shout for Reed to come out crossed my mind. But the Word stopped me.
[‘The Word that Builds the World’ cautions that, as this is the dream of a thousand-year-old regressor, Chaos and Evil, and a 9th-circle transcendent, it’s safer not to defy its laws.]
Dreams despise being recognized as dreams. To avoid a nasty fate, I’d have to act like a resident of this world.
But I didn’t need to worry about how to enter or infiltrate the Holy See. Soon enough, the…