The Elven race.
The mission itself was deemed safe; however, the complexity of the matter was high. He only sought a period in which he could safely achieve otherworldly consolidation...
These thousand years were vital to him.
Though cosmic providence would've accelerated his otherworldly consolidation to a degree, it was insignificant. There were still over nine hundred remaining.
"I've decided on this mission," he uttered to the dream spirit.
Feverishly, she saluted him like a soldier saluting the commander, and the mysteries of the dream domain swirled around the dream window.
Thereafter, he stood up.
Once acquiring the key, entering the Domain of Dreams was simple. Even simpler was exiting this alternate dimension.
Under his vertical third eye, the very dimension itself deconstructed, and a spatial layer that was no different than a glass mirror, revealing the cosmic space, or more accurately, the cosmic void within the room of dreaming.
