As Harry slept, his mind drifted into the realm of dreams, where he found himself standing once again before the council of ancient gods. Their presence radiated with an otherworldly power, their voices echoing through the void with a solemn urgency.
"Harry Arcadia," the gods intoned, their voices a chorus of celestial resonance. "A great darkness looms on the horizon, threatening to consume not only your world, but another parallel realm as well."
Harry's heart clenched with a sense of foreboding, his mind racing with the implications of the divine council's words. "What must I do to stop it?" he asked, his voice filled with determination.
The gods regarded Harry with eyes that seemed to pierce the very depths of his soul, their gaze filled with a solemn understanding of the challenges that lay ahead. "You must journey to the parallel realm and unite with its champions," they proclaimed. "Together, you must confront the darkness