In the forests of the Ash Elf kingdom, Astaroth was waking up from his unconscious state. He could feel the ground moving under him, rocking at a steady interval.
When his senses started coming back to him, he noticed the ground was strangely warm and fluffy. At the same moment, a voice rang in his head.
'Master. You are awake. Are you alright?'
It took a moment for Astaroth to remember who the voice belonged to.
"Genie… Where am I? And why do I feel like someone trampled on my head?"
The rocking stopped as he sat up, Genie stopping her walk forward. Astaroth slid down her side, collapsing as his legs hit the ground.
He hadn't felt this weak in a long time. Feeling his head pulsing in pain, and his body heavy like lead, Astaroth wondered what had happened after he passed out.
Then his memory flashed through what had happened before, and he suddenly had an inkling of an idea of what had happened.
