*Zzzzzzzzz*
Dusk was sprawled across the twenty-seventh stair, his chest rising and falling in a deep, peaceful rhythm as he dreamed of endless feasts and feline companions.
*THUD*
"WHAT THE-!?" Dusk shrieked, his fur standing on end as he scrambled into a defensive crouch, claws unsheathed and eyes blown wide at the sudden impact.
Through the thinning remnants of the vapor, he saw a familiar figure. Leon sat heavily on the stone, his chest heaving slightly as he exhaled the last of the stale air he'd been holding.
Without a word, Leon reached into his inventory, pulled out the Frobolusent's journal, and flipped it open with practiced urgency.
"M-Master...? You are back?" Dusk asked, his posture relaxing into a confused slump.
"Don't get scared, it's the real me. You aren't inside an illusion," Leon replied distractedly, his eyes scanning the ancient text.
