Aelthar's nightmare -1

Aelthar didn't know why, but for some reason, something deep in his soul, screamed at him to run.

Every fiber of his divine being trembled in an unspoken terror, a warning for some horrible future.

He looked at Rio, who was sitting silently on the ground, panting heavily like a possessed animal and couldn't help but wonder if the mortal had any other cards he hadn't shown.

'Whatever it is, I should just focus on leaving this place first.' He thought, already feeling the number of peeping eyes increasing with every passing second.

But he looked at the followers of night and their barrier, and couldn't help but think there was no other option, besides going forward.

Towards Rio.

Even though, in his heart, he felt provoking the mortal now could be dangerous, he had to do just that, if he wanted to get out safely.