it's been a long time

Archon appeared, more solid and steady than before. He could feel the breath in his lungs and the squishy, soft ground beneath his paws. What he felt in Sominum had felt real at the time, but now that he was here, back in the mortal plane, he felt so much more. The swamps were murky and filled with mists. The scent of another caught his attention. Even his own scent felt unfamiliar now, but he swore he recognized something about this one. He, as a ghost of sorts, was not infected by the Ooze so many others suffered from.

The scent led to the waters where a smaller figure struggled to swim to shore. With some effort, Archon aimed to grab her by the scruff and pull her out of the water, his figure shimmering and threatening to dissolve with the effort.