Viridian eyes became aglow with excitement at the thoughts that the Grand Master told of – a world where magicians were given unlimited power to do as they pleased. Remembering that she had, essentially, depleted herself more or less completely three times during the same day, this property of the Spirit Realm would be more than just a small boon to her. More than that even, they had the ability to shape their bodies and the very world around them according to their whims. It was quite literally a world where dreams became reality because it [i]was [/i]composed of dreams; truly marvelous, and slightly terrifying.

Yet, they could still die according to their demonic associate. What exactly would be lethal to them in the Spirit Realm, she wondered? Death in the real world was typically a result of mortal injuries sustained on the body, yet their bodies in the Spirit Realm were most likely just a creation of thought and, as such, malleable. Could she not, if she wished for it, become made of steel and thus impervious to any and all bodily assaults? Instead, she imagined, death in this realm must simply mean the destruction of one’s soul, or perhaps the severing of the bond between their souls and their bodies. Yet how does one destroy a soul when it cannot be drained of magical energy for good? It would be difficult to ‘avoid’ dying when one did not precisely know what guise death will take.

When Gerald asked about their corporeal forms during their dreamlike journey, Jillian felt like the answer should have been fairly obvious. They did, after all, talk about the concept of lucid dreaming already, so she assumed that they would be, for all intents and purposes, asleep. Before the witch could think of their potential vulnerabilities, the Grand Master already pointed out how susceptible to attacks they would be in their unconscious state, and that the minions of Kreshtaat might attempt to take advantage of this. That was troubling, but how would they know? And if they were planning on assassinating the two of them, why had they not done so already or why would they not do it during any other sleep of theirs? Moreover, could the wardens of Fokon’s temples not keep unwanted intruders out, especially when made aware of the fact that their charges were the would-be saviors of all Rodoria? Clearly, the Grand Master placed more trust in his own demons than he did in mortal protection, and offered to have them guarded by some unspeakable fiend that, somehow, would kill anything that [i]sees [/i]it.

“Are you sure that is entirely necessary?” Jillian asked with a hint of concern in her voice, “I hear the Wardens are formidable combatants in their own right. While I appreciate the gesture, your lordship, I am not sure if I would like to put my life in the hands of some monster whose mere sight can be lethal. How would the servants of Kreshtaat even be aware of our plans on such a short notice?”