Kleister shuffled where he stood as he waited to be summoned from his chambers. He was carrying with him a bag of all the powdered jar he painstakingly crushed.
He had separated them in tiny pouches, enough for a whiff that would send anyone off to the dream realm in seconds.
Kleister observed his surroundings and gave a heavy sigh.
There wasn't much left of the elegant chamber he once had as the walls were bulldozed by the daemons Vaya had sent to the castle.
It was a good thing that the elfen was with him at the time. They had been discussing what he needed to do once he arrives at the dream realm when a loud, blood curling screech came from the windows.
As a reflex, both of them had ran out to see what could have made such a terrifying scream, and to their horror, hundreds of what looked like winged daemons were flying towards the Glass Citadel.
