The world within the Path of Dreams was a void of shifting, milky-white mist, roiling like a turbulent sea under an invisible wind. Within this ethereal expanse, there was a single, cleared patch of ground roughly the size of a football pitch. The floor was a smooth, non-descript grey, and in the exact center of this vacuum stood two figures. One was a man radiating a primal, savage fury. The other was a man who seemed to be composed entirely of... annoyance.
"You have got to be kidding me," Liam muttered, his voice echoing in the vast, empty space. He stared at the familiar face across from him, feeling a wave of sheer, unadulterated disbelief wash over him.
Standing before him, in all his unremarkable glory, was his former boss from his previous life—the man who had made his profession
