The moonlight beamed poorly, illuminating the darkness of the pocket dimension dimly. Walking alone underneath the cold night was a figure that seemed to be on fire. The fire emitted a golden essence, brightening a small fraction of the desert as the figure traveled with a quickened pace. Chuck felt extremely weak and tired, only wanting to get to the shelter and sleep off. It had been an extremely long day with the fighting of beasts, and the near death occurrence — it all took a heavy toll on Chuck's mental health.
"My energy is low, and I'm feeling tired as fuck. If I get fed up, I'm going to absorb the rest of the crystals, I don't even care about the stupid event at this point."
