Liora
The weird dreams were back, tormenting me during the time I was supposed to be healing.
Images of the daemon attacking our group were mixed with older memories, a time when a ten-years younger version of me was fighting off one of the foulest creatures of our world, just as horrible as the cursed demon. It was the day I crossed paths with Elyzer—close to the border between Zuhlla and Calazar—for the first time and saved him from succumbing to a drygza.
The nightmarish dream reminded me of all the bad things that happened to me lately. I was getting tired of rebounding to the same cycle of events. Once again bound to a bed, my body trying to heal from an injury that could have been fatal, and a group of werewolves being involved with it.
This time, however, the one treating me was
