"Hmm? Grandfather, what trouble have you encountered?"
Suddenly contacted by his grandfather, Muria didn't find it surprising; it was quite normal. Although they were infinitely far apart in terms of physical distance, from another perspective, they were now in the same world.
What truly astonished Muria was that his grandfather would actually seek his help. What kind of situation could have forced him to make such a choice? Dragons are rather proud creatures.
"A bunch of nasty insects!" Dimos spoke with a hint of displeasure, "If you have nothing urgent, come to my location as quickly as possible and help me. I'm struggling to cope."
"Epics or Deities?" Muria asked with an odd tone. Insects? Just how strong would insects have to be to compel his grandfather to seek outside assistance, and even turn to his grandson for it?
"Uncertain, but the likelihood of Epics is high!"
