With a gasp, Milo rose to his feet, only to find himself in a wide flatland of green grass.
"Here again?" he spoke aloud.
"Not quite, the plains from last time got torn apart after Loimos forced his way in and fought Thanatok, again… That fight didn't really have a winner though, this assemblage of memories broke down first" Milo heard a voice that was familiar, but also distantly so, he turned around to see who it was.
"Quideos Audit?"
"Glad to see that people still remember me… How is Joala?"
"The archbishop of Phanes? She's fine, I guess… But hold on, what am I doing here? I don't have time to waste, Loimos is out there, I need to be fighting him, otherwise-"
