Alex, gripping the dream book tightly in his hands, whispered a command under his breath, his voice trembling with both anticipation and doubt.
"Do it, system." He said, prepared for almost anything as surely enough, to his astonishment, the book began to radiate an ethereal glow, casting an eerie light that danced across the room.
For a brief moment, he feared the light was too much. His gaze darted toward the bed where Isabella was.
She lay there, her chest rising and falling peacefully in the gentle rhythm of sleep, the pale light reflecting faintly on her serene face. Alex held his breath, tense and ready for her to stir awake at any second.
But she didn't. Not even a twitch.
A quiet sigh of relief escaped his lips, though his heart still pounded wildly. The danger of discovery had passed... for now.
