After eating another piece of meat to calm down their stomach, the boys went back to their tents. Laurel waited with one eye open until Tom and his follower went to sleep. He caught Meryl red-handed, staring intensely at him from his ground-level bed. "Come have a talk, Meryl." He whispered.
Oswald's words echoed into his mind, there was no need for him to act as his past self indeed. The kid that was sold by his parents had no need of their concern anymore. He could take care of himself, and fight back any kind of oppression he had suffered from until now. He was a brand new person that wouldn't doubt his capacities any longer.
The warrior that fought for his life countless times had been bestowed upon a gift that erased any worry around deadly wounds.
He wanted a talk with the succubus wandering in the camp and was granted one. An invisible hand pulled him out of his bed and the next step he took changed the environment upside down. As if he had stepped into another dimension.
