As the vibrant streets of Gloomhaven continued to bustle with activity, Fein and Imeng found a quiet spot to sit and catch their breath. The encounter with the petrified demon still fresh in their minds, Fein couldn't help but be intrigued by Imeng's extraordinary powers. He mustered the courage to inquire about the extent of Imeng's abilities, eager to understand the true extent of his mentor's power.
Fein leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Imeng, his curiosity evident. "Imeng, just how powerful are you?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of admiration and awe.
Imeng's lips curled into a mysterious smile, his gaze drifting upward to the vast expanse of the Middle Realm's sky. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, contemplating the question. Fein waited patiently, his anticipation growing.