I visualized my divine energy connecting with master, creating a bridge between our minds.

Suddenly, I was standing in master dreamscape’s — A familiar lush forest spread out in front of me.

‘Hello, Ryan.’ Master Eldric greeted me.

‘Hi master, long time no see. I've got some good news—I've discovered why the witch hate our kind so much.' I announced.

‘I know, Ryan. Lucas explained everything to me.’ Master replied with a knowing smile.

‘He did? But how? He just learned the news.'

'True telepathy can be quite useful. No need for words—we perceive each other’s experiences directly.'

'Really? Could you teach that to me one day?' I asked eagerly.

'Of course Ryan. I will gladly teach you after everything is over.' Master assured me.

'Right. The deaths games are approaching, we don't have much time left.'

'Yes. The witch came to my hut proudly to deliver the news to my face. The old crone really doesn't know what to do with her time.' Master sighted, his brows furrowed.

'Don't worry master. It will be over soon.'

'Alas, not for me, I fear. That old crone won't let me go even after learning the truth behind her granddaughter's murder. Our relationship is complicated...' After a small moment of silence, he continued, 'Enough, with the depressing talk, let's focus on your training, Ryan.'

'Alright master. So how do I project a memory into someone's dream?'

'Oh? Has my disciple finally learned how to ask questions before acting?' Master teased, a cheeky smile lighting up his face.

'Master. Please.' I blushed slightly at his small jab.

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'What is it my disciple? Do you have something to say?' He continued playfully.

'Don't talk about the past anymore. Please master.' I answered my face turning beet-red.

'Alright, but your charm lies in these moments. Teasing you is too enjoyable to resist,' he chuckled. 'Girls will have their fun with you in the future, mark my words—'

I cut him off, not giving him the time to continue his boomer talk.

'Master. What about my training?' I asked deadpanned.

'Right your training. You need to project your memories inside the witch's mind.' He said with a small smile.

'First, try to project the memories you saw in my mind,' he continued more seriously, 'Visualize a bridge between your mind and mine. Then relive those memories to send them directly into my mind.'

'Alright Master.'

'Any question?' Master asked with a childish grin.

'No, master. I understand your advice.' I answered, unwilling to enter his game.

'Good. I will refrain from teasing you now. Give it a try, we will discuss later.'

I focused, the discussion between the king and the witch in the throne room played in my mind like a movie. I absorbed every detail, committing them to memory— their appearance, the tone of their voices, their words, expressions, and attire.

The king looked old, with graying hair, piercing black eyes and a creased face that exuded authority befitting his monarch status. He wore a cobalt blue robe, embroidered with intricate golden patterns, a small golden crown atop his head. His regal expression sharpened as he asked the witch to find more persuasive means to convince Moria.

The witch on the other hand appeared young and strikingly beautiful, with purple eyes, long black hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a silken veil. Her ingratiating tone and expression shifted when she proposed killing Moria's granddaughter. Her gentle demeanor turned vicious, her voice sharp.

I concentrated deeply to capture the room itself—the spaciousness, high vaulted ceilings with grand chandeliers, and a majestic portrait of the king above the throne. Marble floors ran like rivers of white and grey beneath me, flanked by columns of marble and gold on either side.

When the vision ceased, I knew the vivid memories had been successfully transmitted to Master Eldric's mind.

The process was instinctive, as if the vision flowed from my mind to his like the current of a river.

I looked at Master and he met my gaze. His expression told me what I wanted to know —He had seen the vision.

'Good job, Ryan. You really captured the essence of the scene,' he praised.

"Thank you, Master,' I replied proudly.

'This should be enough to convince the witch that the vision is real. You are really lucky, my disciple, to have been granted the power I spent my entire life refining,' Master continued with a tinge of jealousy.

'I will use this gift wisely.' I replied with determination.

'I trust you. Now everything is in your hands. Do your best Ryan.' Master said, his voice carrying strong expectation.

I nodded. 'I won't let you down, Master, I swear upon the great Zholkiem.' I assured him.