Warlock Apprentice

“We’re going back now?” Angor asked. He always hoped to go back earlier since he was always feeling uneasy in the Nightmare Realm. Angor’s journey was smooth, but something was telling him that terrible things would happen if he did not leave soon.

“Of course. Any second inside the Nightmare Realm could mean more danger,” said Sunders. He took out his half of Twisting Protozoa as well as the other half from Angor before saying, “This is similar to how we came here. We need another seed. And these two halves of the Twisting Protozoa’s corpse are the seed.”

Sunders stuck the two halves together. Next, strange space ripples came from the corpse, creating spider web shapes in the air which then slowly spread out…

“Before the tunnel fully appears, you still have time to search around and take as many things as possible. Common materials are very likely to reappear in reality, so you can bring them if you wish. For anything that you can actually bring back, you can have it,” Sunders spoke while standing in front of the space ripples.

That reminded Angor. They were leaving soon, why not loot as best as they could?

Angor walked around the main hall which was decorated by shining golden floor bricks. The placed looked so luxurious.

Sunders already searched around, without finding anything in particular, so Angor did not intend to do a search again carefully. He wanted to look for something valuable that was easy to take, or something interesting.

As most of Angor’s body was submerged inside the rupture, a hand suddenly grabbed his left ankle.

The nails on the hand were long and sharp and were curling in a weird curve. The nails had crimson polish on them, which looked really gloomy.

Angor felt almost as if he was being dragged back when Sunders quickly held his body and hauled in the opposite direction fiercely. The instant support helped Angor shake off the strange hand.

Next, Angor watched the entrance behind him close up. In the last blink second, he heard something bellowing in rage…