It was great to have minions, but it was also a lot of work. I was still wondering how to connect Bishop and his lot with Rosha and Risha, with no one getting killed in the process by the end of the day. It wasn't the only thought that plagued my mind that afternoon as I strolled through the bustling streets of Tinaris.
There was just so much to wonder about. The prophecies, plans, true and false gods, the dying world, my own origins… What did this world meant for me if I wasn't even from around here? What did my old world mean if I couldn't even remember it, much less go back in there? It wasn't just piercing the thin veil between Hell, Heaven and mortal realm—these three places were, after all, still parts of the same world.
The place where I was from was something entirely different; I knew it in my gut.
