Astaroth could feel the intensity of the battle behind him, as well as in the cave and above ground, and realized he wasn't as defenceless as he thought. But this was far from a won fight.
After all, even if they kept monsters from coming in or reaching the fruit, there was still no way to feed the darned thing enough Aether to make it ripen.
His mind raced in all directions, thinking about every solution his brain could crap out, but nothing came close to the amount he needed.
Even with the crazy theory he came up with, he still didn't think it would be enough.
'Geminae. I have a question.'
It took a moment for the little angel to respond.
'Yes?'
'Do you think I could meld with Luna, even if I'm changed into your or the imp's form? I need to maximize my Aether intake, but I don't have many options.'
Geminae frowned inside his soul space.
