บท 1011: Daughters, Plural

Skullius and Embrell walked down a set of decrepit steps surrounded by worn, cracked walls that produced lively weeds. Neither needed light to watch for the next step even in the thick darkness, though, if someone would have watched their descent to the doorway ahead for the next few minutes, it would have looked more than eerie.

No words were exchanged between the two of them.

For Embrell, it felt uncomfortable, but for Skullius, it was bliss. He had a lot to think about, and this silent excursion was best used to think through what he was going to be doing in the next few days, starting from his ride to Maqi.

However, he hadn't gotten to that yet because…

'Tomato flinger! I will keep pestering you until you remember who you are! You have to save yourself! Don't let this go on any longer! You just might bite off more than you can chew!' Sila cried within the depths of Skullius' mind.