The Pet peered into the silver gate, shaking from the ill-fortune of reporting the latest failure.

“Masster, the attack has failed! The wench was moved from her house and by the time we found her new location, the element of surprise was lost!”

Barely had he finished his sentence, the very earth around the rift gate shook.

“Why am I not surprised to hear but ill-news from you? Serves me right to take in a stray from a failed campaign!”

“But, fear not. If it is the dream world they choose to use to reach me, two can play the same game. After all, dreams can just as easily turn into nightmares!”

“And you, my pet.!”

A mutilated hand reached out of the rift and grabbed the pet’s hand. Falling to his knees, the pet shrieked as corruption and plague passed from hand to hand

“Perhaps, it is time for you to truly become my pet! Maybe you will serve me better as a rat than a human!”