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Clyde watched them while frozen in his place for what felt like an eternity, though only seconds had passed.

He didn't know what was happening or why he was here. But one thing was certain. This wasn't a dream.

The air was too heavy, the energy too real. This was happening somewher in this dark unknown realm.

And then there was the long haired Angel.

His presence was overwhelming. But more than that, his words lingered in Clyde's mind.

The Ancient Ones.

What were they? And why did the mere mention of them send a chill through his bones?

Clyde narrowed his eyes as he hovered then landed beside the long haired Angel. His hand passed straight through the figure's shoulder like mist. There was no resistance or sensation, only the chilling realization that he was merely a spectator to whatever was happening in front of him right now.