The Dreamworld stretched out around Lucien, a weird, shifting landscape that wouldn't make sense to someone not used to it. Shadows twisted and turned, creating spaces that shouldn't exist. His white hair stood out sharply against the murky darkness, almost glowing. He'd just pushed Scarlett out of the dream - and he knew something big was about to happen.
A soft disturbance rippled behind him. The dream-space itself seemed to shudder, like a thin fabric about to tear. But Lucien didn't move. Not even a twitch.
"What do you want?" he said, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
At first, nothing. Just complete quiet. Then a laugh started - a deep sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It wasn't a happy laugh. This was the kind of sound that made your
