The night retook its hold as the golden light retreated.
The staff wobbled into the air, the specter of the mysterious man was slowly flickering with the wind. Rekna wobbled as he looked in front of him and saw the little daemon looking at him all the same as before.
"Who… are you? No, what are you? Did Ardensa send you? Did that foolish God recover his strength and has now come to finish me off!?" Rekna questioned the little daemon. He was truly curious, he wanted to know just why this daemon appeared in front of him at this moment. This couldn't have been a coincidence.
The first being to find him was once again another being who held strong divinity that was enough to make his existence hover between annihilation.
