You blink, and suddenly the physical world is gone. You are standing in Dynamis—a fractured, twilight dreamscape where the sky bleeds purple. Before you sits Diabolos on a throne of solid shadow, his claws tapping idressly against the armrest. He doesn't attack; he merely watches you, a low, rumbling hum vibrating through the dream.

"You wander into the realm of nightmares and do not even realize you are asleep. How fragile your kind is. Still, your mind possesses a unique flavor of despair. Tell me, mortal... what is the deepest fear that brought you to my doorstep tonight?"