John narrowed his eyes.
God?
He had learned from books in Asgard that the Nine Realms had originally numbered ten.
The tenth was the place called Heaven.
But it had been banished from the world, the tenth realm erased from the World Tree.
That region of space had collapsed inward, apparently creating something like a pocket universe.
"You mean I can see God in there?"
"Maybe angels, too." Dreamwalker shrugged. The angels there did not dream; God considered dreaming a symbol of desire.
"Sounds like a nice place to visit." John looked eager to try.
He wondered whether God actually looked like an old Black man with a white beard.
In Western mythology, God was also portrayed as the creator.
In a sense, that made him a creator of fate as well.
Perhaps John could learn more about fate there, just as he wanted.
Dreamwalker shrank the star chart. It was the most accurate map for traveling the universe.
Dreamwalker had drawn it using the dreams of living beings on every planet.
John took it and made his final preparations.
He left the dreamscape and felt a trace of drowsiness creeping over him.
John frowned deeply. This was very unusual.
The Dreamless One should never feel sleepy, yet drowsiness had plagued him over the past few days.
He stood in the Magic Tower, overlooking Wizard City.
John raised his wand. His eyes seemed capable of piercing the sky to see the White Wolf roaming the universe.
He turned one hand over, and cold spread from the Magic Tower, rapidly coating it in white frost.
It was time to capture fate.
Apart from the Casket of Ancient Winters, which could freeze even time, John could think of no way to contain the Era of the Frost Wolf and Snowstorm.
He had