"Pattern release - Dream mist"
Purple smoke began to release from my fingertips, and slowly it enveloped Kellan as whole.
Kellan flinched, his body tensing as the mist wrapped around him like a living shroud. His breath hitched, eyes widening—then his pupils dilated, and his entire frame slackened.
He swayed on his feet.
"…What…?" His voice was barely a whisper, filled with confusion.
I watched carefully. The Dream Mist wasn't just a hallucination-inducing phenomenon—it responded to emotions, fears, and subconscious thoughts. Right now, it was seeping into Kellan's mind, showing him… something.
His hands twitched, fingers grasping at empty air. A faint tremor ran through his body.
Then, he let out a sharp breath, stumbling backward.
"No… No, that's not real," Kellan muttered, shaking his head. His expression flickered between panic and denial, his breath growing uneven.
I frowned. It was working faster than I expected.
The mist coiled tighter.
