Facing the ruins
Matthias latches his hand onto Amora's, the pulling shift of the abyss separating them, "Don't let go.." Amora pleaded, afraid as Matthias did everything he could to fight against the pull. As Matthias feels a panicked crushing weight, just before they slip away from each other. Matthias jolts awake, laying in his cot.
WAS THAT A FRICKIN DREAM, AN ILLUSION!?
Matthias sweats and gathers his footing grabbing a red long sleeved cloak to throw on, as he enters the palace courters.
"Oh thank God, Weston... Are you alright?" Matthias rushes to approach as he sees Weston preparing a balcony table with silverware and drinks.
