A place even the Undead wouldn't want to go, a world of Despair that was about to be completely drained of its last bit of Magic Power.
"Yes, they are the same spatial coordinates, but not the same plane. Just as each of us has different destinies, worlds, as planes, also have different destinies," she said. "In theory, we cannot step into the same river of fate. However, in that azure age, my ancestor, Alexandra, changed that world's course of fate with her own strength, splitting it in two. Yet, that world, woven from the Emerald Dream, can only be entered by a Fate Weaver."
Fate Weaver? For David, this was getting out of his depth, and it seemed somewhat inconceivable to him.
A Dragon was capable of altering an entire plane's destiny! Even if it was crafted from dreams, it still set David's heart racing.
