Coming home - Open -

A silver-haired man stood on a cliff, looking out over forest and city. He looked tired, his normally sleek hair dishevelled. A travelling cloak weighed down on his shoulders, his head drooping. He had returned to the dimension only after his part of the prophey had been fulfilled, having deliberately teleported into the void. he had no idea how much time had passed, days? Months? Even years? Vrael sighed, sitting down in his tiredness.