Dark Dream

The swirling portal shimmered as Clyde stepped through and emerging into the heart of Sivagadh Fortress. As Clyde emerged, a hush fell over the bustling square.

His entire body was covered in soot and ash, his clothes singed and tattered from the battle. His once pristine black coat was streaked with blackened grime and traces of molten blood clung to his arms.

The sharp, acrid scent of burnt fabric and scorched flesh followed him, causing some of the bystanders to recoil slightly.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

"What happened to him…?"

"Looks like he walked straight out of a battlefield again."

"Did he fight something powerful again this time?"

Clyde ignored them all. He had no patience for their curiosity. Without breaking stride, he moved through the streets with quick steps. His only goal right now was to reach his quarters.