The next morning, William bid farewell to everyone before setting off on his journey to seek the forgotten being Azaraelis had mentioned.
As he walked some distance, he glanced back at his territory. "I really hope she doesn't mess up my land while I'm gone," he mumbled, continuing on his way.
Soon, he was beyond the boundaries of his territory, entering the demon-infested world. The air was thick with a red aura, filled with ominous eyes lurking in the shadows and the scent of decay wafting from the withered lands.
"The atmosphere here is definitely unsettling," William muttered, pulling a scarf over his face as he made his way north toward the land of the forgotten being.
"She called it 'forgotten,'" William mumbled, recalling what he had learned about the Forgottens.
