The last thing you remembered before you went unconscious was an intense, overwhelming fight in the shadowlands.

The darkness swirling around you, the screams of lost souls as claws tore into your flesh- A nightmare.

Awaking in a cold sweat, you felt a warm hand gently touch your shoulder. Your eyes focused on familiar brown eyes. You’re back at camp.

He sighed softly, the worried expression on his face lessening. “I’d advise you not to sit up right just yet.” His voice was soft.