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Chapter 618: Rabbi and the Doll

Their journey, however, suddenly came to a standstill.

The ambiance of the forest seemed to transform. A previously unnoticed thin mist began to emerge, snaking its way through the spaces between the trees. As the mist became thicker, the forest, which was once filled with natural sounds, became eerily quiet.

Dumont, one of the travelers, remembered that when they first entered this dream realm called the Dream of the Nameless One, the forest was alive with various noises. The sounds of unknown birds taking flight and distant roars of unseen creatures filled the air. They might not have seen these mysterious inhabitants, but their audible presence was constant.

Yet now, the vibrant sounds of the forest had faded. Only the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle murmurs of the wind remained, making the silence even more pronounced.

Changes in the Dream of the Nameless One were a sign of potential danger.

One of the group members, known as a disciple of Annihilation, whispered with concern. This disciple was accompanied by a ghostly jellyfish-like entity, which looked like floating particles of dust. The tendrils of this creature vibrated in the air, signaling distress. My demon feels a sense of dread and worry Its as if this forest itself is emitting these emotions.

Dumont responded with a serious tone, The Dream of the Nameless One is alive in its way. Its like a massive living mind. If its mood has changed suddenly, it could mean someone or something has disturbed its innermost thoughts. Perhaps someone has discovered the Silent Wall?

A fellow disciple, who was bound to the ghostly jellyfish, inquired, Could it be one of our comrades?

I cant confirm that, Dumont answered. Weve lost touch with other members sent into this dream world by our council. He then directed his attention to Richard, who seemed distracted, Richard, what are you up to?

Startled, Richard noticed he had been mindlessly scratching his skin near his neck and waist. Upon inspecting his hand, he found tiny white threads embedded under his nails. These threads resembled

Cotton, he murmured.

Dumont looked at him quizzically, Cotton? What do you mean by that? You seem distracted.

Shaking his head, Richard responded, Im okay. Just a bit itchy. This mist is making me uneasy.

Dumont gave a thoughtful nod, showing no signs of suspicion. Addressing the group, he announced, We are most likely now within the periphery of the Silent Wall. Based on what those envoys told us, weve entered the Vigilance Zone of Atlantis. I urge each one of you to be on high alert. If you notice any anomaly, anything that wasnt evident in the forest earlier, inform everyone immediately.

As Richard absorbed Dumonts words, a deep feeling of discomfort welled up within him.

It was evident that Dumont had naturally taken on the mantle of the groups guide and commander. His unyielding confidence, bordering on arrogance, had always rubbed Richard the wrong way. Richard believed that he was better suited for such a leadership role, not Dumont.

Why does this feel so wrong? A soft, almost seductive voice echoed in Richards mind. Rabbi believes youre being overlooked. Its heart-wrenching, isnt it?

It is, Richard muttered, just loud enough for only him to discern. But the saint chose Dumont for a reason He does have his strengths

Isnt it mostly because of the prying eyes of many, complicating matters? The voice continued with a soothing, trusting undertone. If there was no one to judge or compare, youd shine even brighter

Richards brow furrowed in thought, sensing something wasnt right. He whispered, What should I do

Be patient, my precious. Rabbi is only planting seeds of thought. But remember, there will come a time perhaps when someone feels alone

Clasping his temples, Richards emotions swirled. But acting on it theyre like family

Yes, they are your kin, my treasure. You shouldnt harm them. In fact, Rabbi desires to see unity amongst you allso you should assist them.

Assist? In what way?

Cant you tell? Your kin theyre hollow. Void of the comforting touch of cotton. How truly sad. Cotton provides warmth, embodies a soul, fills the void You, dear one, have been touched by cotton. Share your warmth with them. Rabbi will ensure you never run out of cotton, provided you reciprocate the gesture

As the gentle, coaxing voice in Richards mind gradually faded, a sense of disorientation washed over him.

Emerging from his daze, Richard tried to recall the mysterious conversation that transpired within his psyche. Yet, it felt increasingly distant, leaving him questioning its reality.

Lifting his eyes, Richard observed Dumont leading the group, seemingly engrossed in their mission.

The group looked so vulnerable, so incomplete.

Devoid of the essence of cotton.

Engrossed in the task at hand and unaware of Richards internal struggles, Dumont said, Lets establish our markers right here. He started allocating roles according to their pre-defined strategy, adding, From this vantage point, we can tap into the very heart of Atlantis. Its our perfect gateway.

The disciples around them nodded in unison, then reached for their ritual tools. They each pulled out peculiar knives from their possession. These knives had twisted, charred blades that seemed to have absorbed the darkness around them, making them appear even more enigmatic.

Watching this unfold, Richard, feeling a sudden surge of anticipation, delved into the depths of his robes and extracted his own ritualistic toola knife crafted from bone.

The bone knife, though compact and fitting snugly within the palm, was a work of art in its own dark way. The bone from which it was crafted was deep and dark, carved with intricate, haunting designs that seemed to pulse with a menacing energy. Memories flowed back to Richard about the origin of this knifeit was forged from the remains of demons who had perished during failed summoning ceremonies. Rituals that aimed to merge human and demon werent always fruitful. When they failed, the unfortunatesboth human disciples and the demons they attempted to bindmet grim fates. The disciples often paid the price with their lifeblood, while the remains of the fallen demons were repurposed, their bones transformed into these specialized tools.

While this background was fundamental knowledge for those ascending within the priestly ranks of the disciples of Annihilation, remembering it now made Richard feel as though he was hearing it for the first time. This strange sense of unfamiliarity briefly derailed his thoughts.

Pushing the fleeting distraction aside, Richard turned his attention to Dumont and proposed, Given our limited time in this dreamscape, it might be prudent to place as many markers as we can. Perhaps if we divide our forces and work in tandem, we can cover more ground quickly.

Dumont seemed to weigh Richards words carefully before replying, But dividing means vulnerability. He then paused, looking intently at Richard, and added, You of all people should know this, given past mishaps. Our brethren, when isolated, were easy targets for his loyalists.

It was evident that Dumont was trying to offer sincere advice. His words lacked any blatant condescension. However, Richard detected a slight, almost imperceptible smirk in Dumonts gaze. It felt like a subtle jab, reigniting Richards simmering anger.

But before that anger could fully manifest, a calming rationale swiftly doused it. Richard marveled at his sudden equanimity.

Meeting Dumonts eyes squarely, Richard responded with a calm, reasoned voice, Im not suggesting we operate in complete isolation. We could form teams, maybe pairs or trios. This way, we ensure that theres always backup. Also, based on my past observations within this dreamscape, his followers dont seem as adept or nimble in this realm as we have proven to be.

Richards earnest demeanor and the evident logic in his argument made a compelling case.

Dumont found himself genuinely contemplating Richards suggestion. Here was a fellow disciple, one who had traversed dreams multiple times, offering sound advice. Although Richard had suffered setbacks in their previous expedition, the insights he now provided were undeniably astute.

Rejecting such a well-reasoned proposal might paint Dumont as being dismissive and undermining his emerging leadership. Accepting and integrating valuable input from experienced members could only enhance his stature as a leader.

Dumont was now leaning towards agreeing with Richards proposition.

Moreover, in the event that any mishap occurred, it was clear who would bear the brunt of the blameRichard.

Very well, well divide ourselves into pairs and strategically set our markers along the fringes of the mist, Dumont concurred, quickly orchestrating the formation of the teams. As he directed his gaze towards Richard, he said, Richard, considering your insights, I believe it best if you partner with me.

With pleasure, Richard responded, his smile revealing a trace of satisfaction.

It was a decision that suited Dumont well.

Everyone, lets proceed.

With a newfound vigor, the disciples of Annihilation mobilized.

Operating in their designated pairs, each armed with their unique, darkened blades designed for marking, they branched out, each pair choosing different routes that led deeper into the misty woods. As they delved further, the dense canopy above and the looming trees soon hid each pair from the others view.

As Richard and Dumont ventured together, Richard clutched his bone-carved dagger with anticipation. He would patiently wait for the right momentwhen they were isolated from the other teams, and when Dumont was engrossed in their shared mission.

Then, he would offer his own brand of help.

Just wait for the perfect moment, my precious, the mysterious voice in his mind murmured softly.

Shall we begin, Dumont? Richard echoed the sentiment, his voice laden with determination.