"I'm back."
After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally back in the real world, in this bizarre dimension at least.
Still...
He was no longer under the black mists influence. Not to mention all the shocking thi fs he'd discovered.
It was truly mind numbing.
Modric. Lysara. King Aldren. Elaris. Nythrakar.
And—Azrael.
Morgan looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers. He coukd feel it. His body, his very being had undergone a profound qualitative change and even now, he could tell he was only beginning to fathom the ramifications of that transformation.
His body felt lighter, so incredibly light. The aches from the memories he'd experienced had faded away, leaving him with a sense of superhuman clarity.
He looked at the dust coating his boots. Then, he looked up at the four people standing several paces away, their weapons drawn or half-sheathed, their eyes wide with varying degrees of dread and caution.
"Are they...afraid?"
