Matthew examined the Dream Orb in his hand, testing its capabilities.
As magic power flowed into it, the Dream Orb emitted glittering purple-black mist.
Once the glittering purple-black mist enveloped Matthew, it quickly dissipated into the air. Along with the purple-black mist, Matthew himself vanished.
For an instant, Matthew felt as though he were dreaming, and it was the sensation of a lucid dream.
But Matthew soon regained clarity and found himself in a mysterious space.
This place seemed boundless. Above, below, and in every direction was glittering purple-black mist, resembling a starry sky.
Though it looked like mist, he could actually walk through it.
It appeared limitless, but this space was actually finite.
As the owner of the Dream Orb, Matthew knew where its boundaries were without needing to test them.
This dream was roughly the size of a small town in the Blizzard Kingdom.
The initial space was already quite large, and it could be expanded with magic power.
As expected of a Level Six Archmage. Even with only a remnant soul left, he could create such a treasure through the power of the Heart of the Great Tree.
But there was nothing here.
With a thought from Matthew, the glittering purple-black mist gathered in his hand. A moment later, a wand appeared in his grasp.
Unfortunately, this wand was merely superficial and not a real wand.
"How amazing. This dream power can actually be transformed into matter." Matthew was rather surprised.
Matthew wanted to test whether he could take this fake wand out, but before that, he took a rabbit from his pocket.
He had specially caught it as material for testing the Dream Orb.
Then, with another thought, he transformed into glittering purple-black mist and vanished from where he stood.
The next instant, a mass of