Michael jerked awake. He was breathing heavily and dripping with sweat as he looked around. The others were still asleep and their fire had burnt out, but the sun was starting to rise. Michael wasn’t sure of when he’d gotten back to camp, or even if he’d ever left in the first place, but he could tell that everything he’d seen and felt had been real. He took a few moments to steady himself and think through what he’d seen. There was something tearing at this world, something that wanted in. In his vision the place where the large shield first appeared was where the wound in the barrier was the worst, that had to be Old Hume. It had rifts regularly even before the problem had begun to grow worse. That assumed he was the large shield of course, though he wasn’t sure who the staff and crown were. The staff could be Ollie, though it wasn’t impossible that it was some other mage. The crown on the other hand was likely the king of Old Hume since that’s where the wound was worst. Again though, he couldn’t be entirely certain of that.Michael sat up and dug through his pack to find his handmirror. He could tell something had changed significantly in him and he needed to look.Titles: Michael MannThe RestoredThe Wound ManSeerChampion of the GodsDeeds:Bridge HolderRevenge DenierRun ConquerorResilient CompetitorFort Healer Righteous DefenderCastle TakerBaron BreakerRift SealerWarrior MenderBlessings:Cleansing HealingPain TransferSmiteBlessEyes of LoveEyes of JudgementMichael had a moment of panic when he saw that his list had shrunk, then he relaxed (...)