#it'sokay

Are we wasting time

Talking on a broken line?

Telling you I haven't seen your face in ages

Emil’s head ached.

He wasn’t sure what was happening, where he’d been deposited or how. It was all fuzzy and confusing. Rubbing his face gingerly, Emil worked to try and fix himself up to be a bit more presentable, even while knowing he couldn’t entirely fix whatever the situation was.

“Mere moments from almost becoming a daemon’s meal for a start.”

... daemon?

He’d heard of a demon (he had been called a “demon lord,” as inaccurate as that was) and even had seen them once. Behind the Ginnungagap where he had gone to save and protect his friends.

“The Warg Forest is crawing with deamons ... What are you doing so far in?”

Emil swallowed thickly. Uncertainly. What was a Warg Forest-- no, no, how she had said that. The Warg Forest meant this had to of been a place. (No duh. A forest is a place after all.) But he’d never heard of it in his life. Over ten thousand years and it didn’t ring a single bell.