“What exactly has happened? I know little of their world.” Daniel hadn't realised he had fallen into speaking Alessia's native tongue. She smiled to herself, perhaps he was closer to heeding the call than she first suspected.
“Each Oneiroi, although different in appearance, have one thing in common. Their names, the symbol of their existence, are carved into a wooden pillar known only as the pillar of life. I myself know little of this, but I do know that if a name is struck from the pillar that Oneiroi vanishes, unless it is part of the mortality ritual. We all felt a sudden great loss, one which stemmed from the other side of the boundaries. When we investigated, we found the pillar of life to be nothing more than ash.” Alessia paused uncertainly, as if deciding whether to reveal any mo
