Valerian lay quietly on the ground on the dreamscape, focusing on stabilizing and expanding its boundaries.
Meanwhile, Adam sat cross-legged before him, looking around with fascination. The golden wheat field, the oak tree, the ground, and the hut, they all looked so real.
Yet, they weren't.
As the young dragon practiced his dream magic, Adam slipped into deep thought.
Illusion magic, he mused.
At its core, it only deceives the senses.
It bends light, sound, and perception. It paints false images over reality and makes the mind accept them as truth.
But when pushed to the limits, illusion stops being a simple trick of sight and sound.
That was indeed the case.
A master Illusionist did not merely alter what someone saw. He influenced what they believed they heard and saw. He stirred emotions. He planted suggestions so subtle the target could not tell where reality ended and fabrication began.
At that extreme, illusion no longer relied solely on the external world.
