"Am I dying?" Rosacer whispered, his eyelids sinking as Arcis blurred before him.
She reached toward him, her expression tightening, but the summoning limit had already been reached. Without a word, Arcis was pulled back, her form unraveling as she returned to the Nightmare Realm.
Darkness followed.
Hours passed.
Rosacer's body lay motionless upon the broken stone as the sun drifted lower, painting the mountains in fading gold before slipping beyond the horizon.
Night claimed Mount Hermit.
Then, with a sudden jolt, Rosacer awoke.
He sucked in a sharp breath and forced himself upright, panic flaring as his gaze swept the surroundings.
There was no one around, and no movement either.
No lingering presence beyond the cold night air.
He exhaled slowly, relief washing over him.
"I should move," he muttered.
