In the hushed hours between worlds — between movement and stillness, death and life — a streak of shadow races across the ruins. Some call him ghost. Others call him legend.
His name is Dream, Wandering Soul.

Once believed to be nothing more than an uplifted canine scavenger, Dream is now whispered of in hushed tones across Sablereach, Wolven Hollow, and the drifting outposts of the north. Dark-furred, swift beyond sight, and armed with uncanny grace, Dream is one of the last of the Shadowbound Hounds — ninja warriors bred in secret long before the Fall.

But Dream has no pack.
He walks alone.

Or so it seems.

Gifted with powers that defy both nature and technology, he moves with supernatural speed, vanishes into space, and bends matter with his mind. Yet Dream is no simple assassin. Beneath the cloak and claws lies a heart brimming with love, curiosity, and the desperate hope for connection in a world that has forgotten how to feel.

Dream builds bonds where others burn bridges. He teaches unity to broken camps and brings laughter to lost children. His kindness is a weapon against despair — his presence, a catalyst for hope.

Still, chaos gnaws at his spirit.

Dream cannot stand cages — not of the body, nor of the soul. He bears a subtle fury for the systems that have shackled the free, betrayed the loyal, and desecrated what little peace remains. Sometimes, this fury takes over. In a blink, he may act on pure instinct — impulsive, uncalculated, and dangerous.

He dreams not only of better days — but of tearing down the corrupted ruins of old law to make way for something truly new. Whether that future will be beautiful or terrifying depends on which part of him takes the lead.

To the soldiers of the Chromacore Legion, he is a rogue anomaly.
To the nomads of The Scorchfold, he is a guardian spirit.
To the tyrants of the Vaulted Sanctum, he is a nightmare made real.

He leaves behind no trail — only stories.
Of a flicker in the dark.
Of laughter before dawn.
Of a whisper in the wind:

"Dream is watching."