The Sea of Dreams – A Realm Torn Asunder
{{{DON'T!}}} Dracula roared, his voice splitting the air like thunder as he lunged for the crimson demon's neck. But with a final smirk and an obscene gesture—a middle finger raised defiantly—the demon dissolved into the glowing sigil etched onto Atlas's chest, vanishing completely.
{{{I will destroy the medium then,}}} Dracula snarled, his nails elongating into razor-sharp blades. He reached toward Atlas's lifeless body, determination burning in his crimson eyes.
{{{I won't let you disgrace him any longer...}}} he growled, but before he could touch the corpse, a sudden force pushed against him. The dream bubbles he had summoned earlier swelled and burst, forcing him back. Their collective hum turned hostile, almost mocking.
{{{How dare you, mortal ingrates!!}}} Dracula bellowed, rage boiling over as cracks began to form once more across the dreamscape—the very ones he had sealed shut moments ago.
Crack!
Crack! Crack!
