Clephron felt himself drifting away. His head got fuzzier. His vision, blurrier. The wind that blew on his face made it numb. His body gradually felt lighter. This was not a good sign, if he lost his consciousness, there was possibility that Plague could disappear. And his survival chances would plummet to zero. He had to make it back, no matter what.
His eyes picked up a familiar view. He was close. But, his body was at its limit. Plague noticed her master struggling to stay awake and sped up a little more. The portal to the dark castle appeared, however, it was on the verge of closing. Plague, however, made it through before it closed completely. The dark sky came into full view.
The red moon stood proud. The dark clouds hurried by while no stars shone whatsoever. The castle seemed to
