Chapter 62: Greed
The room around Dune disappeared, and he woke up in the forest, lying down with snow falling on him from above.
And like that, he was back in the human world.
Dune was laying on a cold, hard ground where he had died before. Snow covered the forest floor, stained with patches of dark, dried blood.
He pushed himself up, looking around. Dead warriors in silver armor lay scattered. He counted nineteen bodies.
"Who killed these guys?" he muttered. "How did they die?"
He looked down at his clothes, noticing they were the same as before. One thing stood out, his sword.
The same sword that was given to him in another dimension was now in his possession.
He gripped the familiar hilt and was about to walk away when a scream echoed from the forest. Instinctively, Dune ran towards the sound. He reached a clearing where a man in silver armor was locked in a fierce battle with a white-winged creature.
The creature stood four meters tall, resembling a large wolf with long ears and bird-like wings. Its fur was pure white, its eyes a striking blue, and two horns protruded from its head.