Men dream to find the face of God. I dream to become God.
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Stepping through my dark rift, I returned to my castle grounds. As soon as I reached the staircase leading to the towering castle doors, I turned around and sat on it.
Slowly, the stone gargoyles dragged in the massive corpse of the Cradle Maw with them.
Bam!
They left the corpse in front of the entrance and quickly flew back to their posts without saying a word. Meanwhile, Lord Ravus stepped through the portal and gave the corpse one glance before shifting his gaze to me.
It seemed like he was asking for orders. I felt he was unsatisfied with the role he played in the fight, only stepping in when it was time to deliver the final blow.
"Sorry about that. I'll make sure you are in the starting lineup next time they attack." I shrugged off his annoyed gaze. "You can head back now... I'll call you when I need you."
Lord Ravus grunted disapprovingly but still walked past me, smacking my doors open begrudgingly.
