As I sank into deep sleep, my Soul connected to the Spiritual Realm.
The Spiritual Realm, one of the mysterious realms in existence, is mostly referred to as the Dream Realm by mortals.
Whenever any being with spirituality goes to sleep, they connect to this Realm, create their own pseudo-world, and spend their time in that created world until they wake up. This is what Mortals refer to as a Dream.
The absence of a concrete concept of Space here allows one to be anywhere we want, nulling the concept of distance.
"You are late, Lord Mael." A sudden calm voice sounded near me.
"Work," I replied as I looked towards the Giant Turtle standing to my left.
Turty, a Giant sky-colored Turtle whose height far surpassed me, is one of the few Primordials under my command and is one of the three Beasts who have condensed the Law of Dreams in our Plane.
"Venus."
"Yes, yes. Venus, I know. I didn't forget your name."
"I know, it's just me refreshing your memory, Milord." Turty—no, Venus—said with a knowing smile.
"There is something urgent that I have to report to you, Milord." he said as he shifted a serious tone.
"What is it?" He piqued my interest as he is someone who doesn't interfere in anything that doesn't help in his progress in Law.
"The Fairy of Light, Alyhred, is planning a rebellion."
"Ohooo...?"
And what does that have to do with me? Some random Fairy did some random something in some random region. Unless... don't tell me...
"I know what you are thinking, Milord: 'Why should I even bother with some random Fairy's random life?' But you see, that said random Fairy is your second in command apart from Gramr."
"A rebellion in my faction..." I muttered in an amused tone as I thought of adding it to my mental to-do list and crossing it.
"Yes, that's why you should return immediately-"
"No."
"Huh?!! What?" His sleepy eyes shot open wide as he heard it.
"I said, I won't be coming back."
"Is it because you have some urgent matter to attend to? Then I can report it to Gramr—"
"Don't."
So Blacky's name is Gramr. I should note it down. Though it doesn't matter, as I will probably forget in time.
"You see, Venus, those little ones can follow me, run away, or rebel, as long as they don't set their sights on my treasures."
"But many of our members are in this revolt, Milord. Allowing it to happen would result in a significant loss of our clan's strength." he said with a worried look.
"Do you think I need them? The reason I took you lot in back then was because of pity and my whim. I, who have survived alone back then, can survive alone now too."
"But—"
"Listen here. There are no buts in this decision, it's set in stone."
"But—"
"End of story, so be a good turtle and change the subject," I cut him off with a heavy tone.
I can confidently say that this turtle would never participate in something as bothersome as a coup. He is one of the few primordials with little ambition. He is a simple turtle who is happy as long as he has a comfortable and danger-free home."
"So where is the Owl?"
"He is running late like you, Milord."
"That's a surprise."
"Well, you can't blame him. He might have been so excited that he lost track of time—" Turty trailed off his sentence at the end.
"?"
"On second thought, he sure is taking his sweet time. Maybe I will carve his much-liked word 'punctuality' into his tiny head—" As Turty kept on trailing, his words started sounding crazy.
As expected, his switch is starting to flip. He takes anything related to his power too seriously.
"Hehe.. Don't kill me off, Venus. I'm only late by one year, besides Mael too took his sweet time coming here." A voice echoed from far away.
A large black Owl suddenly came into existence in front of us, marking the presence of the last one. Morpheus, one of the three Primordials of the numerous who condensed the Law of Dreams. He is the first among the three of us to condense the Law of Dreams and can be considered an expert in the field of the Spiritual World.
"Urgent work popped up—"
"Let's just get to work, shall we." Turty snapped in his impatience as he cut Morpheus of his excuse.
"As impatient as always, aren't you, Venus."
"..."
"Anyway back to the point. You two know of the consequences if our stunt fails, right?"
Me along with Venus nodded our head.
"Then let's start."
Each of us released our condensed Law from our bodies, which were in the form of blue spheres. The three spheres started to glow as they were exposed to the Spiritual World.
"Start the connection to the core region," Morpheus's voice rang.
Initiating...
Establishing connection to the core.....
Connection failed...
Restarting connection...
Connection failed...
A sequence of failures began to echo in my mind. As it was the expected outcome, I remained composed without displaying any frustration.
"As expected, there are no holes to exploit upon. Like planned, go for the brute force method."
"On it."
We started to concentrate our Law Energy on a single point. The defense mechanism of the Spiritual World is near perfect and there is no opening for us to exploit. So instead of a backdoor, we thought of the most straightforward method: robbery.
By using our Law to the extreme on a single point in this space, a small crack will be created, resulting in the will of the Spiritual Plane to subvert its concentration to fixing the crack.
CRACK
"Start imprinting quickly. We won't have another chance after being marked by the Spiritual World," Morpheus said urgently, sensing the will reaching out here.
By now, the Spiritual World must have marked the three of us as dangerous entities that are harmful to the Spiritual World. So if we fail here while the will is focusing on the repair, we will never be able to step foot into the Spiritual World again.
Initiating...
Establishing a connection to the core.....
Connection failed...
Restarting connection...
Connection failed...
Restarting connection...
Connection failed...
Connection established...
Finally.
Visiting the source...
Entered the source...
Imprinting spiritual...
"I'm in."
"Me too."
"Me too."
Our voices rang in succession.
"You two, the crack is closing. Create as many imprints as possible."
"No need to tell us that, Morpheus, we are already on it," I said.
2..5...8
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Connection lost...
Restarting connection...
Connection failed...
Finally it's over.
"So how many imprints did the two of you make?" Morpheus asked.
"How many did you make, Morpheus?" Turty deflected the question back to him.
"1653. And you?"
"1619. What about you, Milord?" Turty asked in excitement.
"1131," I said in a flat tone. I can guess that the two lied and probably have made many more imprints.
Compared to their count, mine is on the lower side. This is expected, as these two dabbled in this Law long before I even condensed the Law of Dreams. The low number of spiritual imprints will result in me having much less control over the Spiritual Plane compared to Turty and Morpheus.
But this was our secondary goal; our main goal was to ignite the condensed law and climb a step in our power.
"Are you guys seeing this?" Morpheus asked in an excited voice as the three blue-colored condensed Laws before us started showing signs of sparks on them.
"It's finally happening!"
"Finally, it's time to reap our reward."
The stunt was pulled to gain more understanding of the Law of Dreams.
And what's more efficient than understanding it from the very source? Nothing.
We are currently enjoying the benefits of our daring stunt. In the case of failure, we would probably have gotten kicked out of the Spiritual Plane, never to dream again. So the reward is worth the risk.
"I'm going to lay low until the transformation is complete." Morpheus said in a nonchalant tone, but he was not able to fully hide the excitement in his voice.
"I too will be laying low, maybe for a century or two. But what about you, Milord?" Turty asked.
"Huh, me? You guys won't be seeing me for a millennium or two." I said as I thought of the Plane.
"Ohh, and Turty."
"What, Milord?"
"Tell that little Fairy to call off the coup."
"Pardon?" Turty tilted his head in confusion. That's to be expected, as it sounded stupid.
"He has my permission to split away from the clan with the other willing members."
"Okay?"
"Of course, this is under the pretense that they don't touch my stuff; else I will hunt them down." I said to Turty.
"Ohh!.. What am I hearing? A coup? Fill me in on the details." Morpheus who was about to leave was excited when he heard the word 'Coup.'
"Internal matter." I said as I took in my condensed Law with tiny sparks on it.
"Tch, whatever. I'm leaving."
"I too will be taking my leave."
With that, both Morpheus and Turty left after taking in their condensed Law.
"Haaa... Now, I can take a long rest until the plane is patched up."
With that, I too left the Spiritual Plane.
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