[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		  arrived in the Dream, waking as they always did, and though there was a brief flash of strange terror that made him shiver, it was almost immediately replaced with the rush of strength. It was as if Amaris had just helped to empower him with echoes and he gasped slightly, taking a step forward. He glanced at Ophelia and Gerlinde, then began to turn, his eyes going wide as he caught a glimpse of a strange ghastly creature that called to mind some kind of wraith or ghost. He watched as it moved forward and plunged the serrated blade it held into Torquil’s back.

Farren’s blood ran cold—what would happen if they died in the Dream…—and then he moved, drawing the Effigial Blade after only a brief instant had passed—less than a second since Torquil had been stabbed.

He lunged past his companion, thrusting the blade at the Wraith, hoping his weapon could strike it.