[Hello, I am back.]
=Please place our lord on the table, but don't take your hands off of him. We're gonna need to keep his body cool.=
'On the one hand, I shouldn't be surprised this place exists. On the other hand...how? Just...how?'
Zhen Liu wasn't sure how long he had been dragged around at this point, but he eventually found that Frosttusk and his body had been dragged into what appeared to be private chambers of Logos and Pathos.
Granted, their private chambers looked like the control room for some supervillain in a spy craft movie from the 1960s, but that was neither here nor there at the moment.
'Wait, why am I thinking about such things now? My body is literally burning itself right now!'
