Clyde woke up in his bed and slowly opened his eyes. For a few moments he was just still, staring at the ceiling, his mind struggled to settle.
His thoughts felt scattered, he couldn't quite remember what he was supposed to focus on.
Then finally the memories returned. The ritual, the hidden dimension that might hold answers about the Ancient One.
Clyde exhaled and rubbed his face.
He had spent so much time thinking about the ritual that even after gathering everything he needed, his mind continued circling around the same thing. The uncertainty surrounding the ritual left him with a lot of thoughts.
But now he already knew what he needed to do next.
His expression settled. He rose from the bed, determination returning to his, he clenched his jaw.
"Time to get moving."
After washing up and changing his clothes, Clyde left his living quarters and stepped into the streets of Sivagadh Fortress.
The city was as strange and fascinating as ever.
