Alka silently flew out of his own world and entered his own Dream Realm.
At this moment, his Dream Realm had long since turned into a vast field of whiteness. Thick white mist completely shrouded his realm, turning it into a world of white clouds and fog.
All these white clouds and fog were buildings within the Dream Realm, a sign that everything was running at full capacity. This time, within the white mist, countless Dream Realm creatures were moving about, each exerting their particular traits.
The reason the vast Dream Realm was running at full capacity was naturally because of the World Scar in the Real World, which was being frantically invaded by the Abyss. The two sides were locked in a struggle of strength, making the Dream Realm look as if it had entered a state of overload.
Alka drifted within the white mist, and the flying crystal platform that served as his throne automatically flew over. Alka sat down upon the throne.
