Re-opening his eyes, Astaroth was still standing before Kloud, whose eyes were in the back of his head, unconscious. Before pulling his hand out of his chest, Astaroth looked around to find Aberon.
The old man stood a few feet back, his staff still in hand, looking unsure. But seeing Astaroth's head turn, he twitched.
But once they made eye contact, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Seems you are still you, young Astaroth."
"Yes. The demon is also gone. But now we have another issue. My hand is still inside Kloud, and I'm unsure what organs I pierced. He's unconscious, for now, but I don't know how long he'll live when I pull out my hand."
Aberon rushed to his side, understanding the gravity of the situation.
"What stupid idea was it to shove your hand inside his chest, then?"
He knocked his staff lightly on Astaroth's head in punishment.
