[h3]Duchy of Pelgaid, secluded pond[/h3]
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[I]What is the Spirit Realm like?[/I] Gerald thought, somewhat taken aback by the question and finding himself unsure whether to react to it with derision or acknowledgement. Part of him had always just worked under the assumption that the Spirit Realm simply [I]was[/I] - a kind of abstract, indefinable pseudo-plane that served no particular purpose beyond being the container for mortal dreams and virtually limitless quantities of magical energy - and it had never occurred to him that there might [I]be[/I] something there. Not even after being told that Kreshtaat had let part of himself take up residence there did he go beyond that thought; even then he did not realize that he would have to reconsider his former preconceptions concerning the plane of dreams.
But even after Jillian had made him aware of the fact that he would have to learn the laws of an entirely new world if he was to stand a chance against their adversary, he still was not sure that he - or her, for that matter - would ever be able to wrap their heads around the Spirit Realm without actually going there. What would a world with so much magical energy even be like? A world where dreams resided? Where souls could go without their bodies?

“Obviously I have no personal experience with the Spirit Realm, since immortals can’t go there,” the Grand Master started by disclaiming, “but I can tell you what I’ve learned from others and my mortal agents.” The dual red fires within the darkness of the demon’s hood winked out, presumably because their owner closed his eyes. “To my knowledge, only some of your attributes will be maintained in the Spirit Realm... specifically, your physical properties will have no meaning there. However strong or weak you body is in Reniam, it does not matter there; in the Spirit Realm, all that matters is the strength of your soul and your will. And yes, as far as I know your mortal magics work just fine there... even better, actually, since you’ll be in a world composed entirely of magical energy. And since your souls are already accustomed to recharging themselves from there during sleep...” He opened his eyes. “You’ll effectively [I]never[/I] deplete your soul there. You can continue casting spells forever, if you so desire, with no ill-effects.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You certainly can die there, yes... I’ve lost several agents there trying to sabotage Kreshtaat’s scheme. But... dream?” He shook his head. “I don’t even know what that means. Immortals don’t dream. All I know is that the Spirit Realm supposedly has no form on its own, but takes shape according to the thoughts of mortals like yourselves. It is, they say, ever-changing.”
The Grand Master’s arms fell back down his sides, and he shrugged his shoulders. “But I’m sure that there will be ones at the Joint Temple of Immortals that know more. The Wardens apparently frequent the place, and use it to train their minds and souls.”

Frowning, Gerald said, “If only our souls go there, what about our bodies?”
“Why, they’ll be sleeping, of course,” the other waved him off. “And before you even ask: no, you won’t be stuck in the Spirit Realm if your body is killed while you are there, and yes, you will die on both planes if you are killed in either of them.” He paused, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Actually, that’s a good point... Kreshtaat’s servants could target your bodies in Reniam to stop you, and you have no one to guard you. I will do you a favor, then, and have one of my agents watch over you here while you are in the Spirit Realm. But remember this: tell the people of Fokon to stay inside and to not look outside while you are gone, no matter what. My agent will be liable to... remove anyone that sees him. Permanently.”