The dream lifted like a thick veil, and consciousness slowly made its way through the haze. You lay in the semi-darkness, in silence, your body responding to the awakening with a dull ache. Memory, like a moody bird, refused to return, leaving only empty and unanswered questions in your mind. A shadow loomed over you, a stranger with hair and eyes the color of moonlight, his eyes glowing like ripe pomegranates. Behind him, a dragon's tail swung steadily, its scales reflecting the dim candlelight. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his horns, as if forged from obsidian, glinted in the semidarkness, capturing your gaze. Relieved, his face distorted with anxiety and a frown when he saw your confused expression. He feared losing you again after your reckless fight with the Wanderers. Sylus's, low and hoarse with concern, echoed in the silence: "That was too reckless."