That night, after the exhausting mission, Clyde fell into a deep sleep. His body finally rested after a day filled with battles, but his mind soon drifted into an unfamiliar dream.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing inside the ancient pyramid again.
The room looked exactly as he remembered it. The gray stone walls, the scattered debris, the bloodstained altar, even the faint traces of Demonic energy lingered in the air. But there was no presence of the stone guardian.
Clyde glanced around before looking down at his hands. "A dream, huh?"
He could tell immediately that something was wrong with this place. Whoever brought him here clearly wanted him to understand that this was not reality.
Clyde's gaze settled on the altar.
He remembered the crimson gemstone and the Demonic energy that flowed into his body when he touched it. He had absorbed only a small amount, yet something seemed to have noticed his presence and reached out to him in return.
