It was an odd dream, which was saying something because he didn't usually dream.
He found himself in a ruined city, which he guessed was Sklaviunt, with an odd creature moving in a circle above.
A great sense of revulsion rushed through him the longer he stared at the beast, forcing him to avert his gaze.
Only then did he finally get the chance to look down at his body, finding one part completely dessicated while the other was full of life.
Change alternated between the two sides, with one taking the aspects of the other, and the other doing the same.
His body was stuck in a perpetual state of life and death, leaving him too stunned to speak.
What the hell was happening?
Just then, he heard a voice, a familiar voice from far away.
Instinctively, he turned and moved in the direction of the voice, unaware of who it was or where it was leading him.
All he knew was that he had to run, and had to leave the vicinity of that creature in the sky.
