Chapter 69 - Gate of Mnemos

A wave of immense exhaustion crashed over Andrew. His knees buckled, and he fell to one knee in the soft, dark dust, his chest heaving. The raw mental strain of the Dreamweaving was almost unbearable, a physical ache that radiated from the center of his mind. It was a power so immense, so fundamental to reality itself, that simply wielding it felt like he had torn a piece of himself away. The silence of Oblivia, once again absolute, seemed even more profound after the colossal, ringing symphony he had just created.