"Open status..."
Nothing happened after Raith spoke the words.
"Summon shadow."
Nothing happened still.
It hit Raith belatedly.
"Fuckshit! Have I lost all that gold? Everything? If I've lost my string to the abyss that means I have all those gold I kept in the Netherland."
Raith covered his face in realization, he was disappointed with himself. Something so bad had happened and he didn't think of Jarvis, or Crimson, his loyal soldiers. All he could worry about himself was the gold.
'...fuck I have to get the gold.'
It was too hard of a thing to give up on. That gold was enormous. With it, he could build a nation and still not be broke. And he had been saving it for when he goes to Felfhiem.
He stood up, the regret on his face still lingering a few seconds more before he looked around in inquisition.
'Where is this place anyway.'
{Received. This is manifestation of the area surrounding your soul core}
