The troupe leader's voice was calm, almost gentle.
"Thank you for returning it. I've been waiting for a long time."
His gaze fell on the quill.
William hesitated before speaking.
"It's my honor… but, you're a god—why would you need to wait for it?"
This was His dream.
The Anchoring Pen belonged to Him.
In theory, He should have been able to reclaim it with a single thought.
The troupe leader glanced at William.
"My dream can only hold one narrative pen at a time."
"And I left it in the past."
If it were just an ordinary quill, He could create as many as He wanted.
He could have filled this dream world with them.
But ordinary things are meaningless.
Every extraordinary artifact is unique, unable to be replicated.
And a legendary artifact like the Anchoring Pen was even rarer.
But—
The God of Dreams was different.
He could replicate items within dreams.
Each copy was identical to the original.
The only flaw?
