Agma quickly closed the portal behind him as he fell
Then Agma layed there
Surrounded by ash and sut he felt comfortable
Well at least as comfortable as someone covered in wounds could be
Agma brough his blood back into himself through the authority
The blood coalesced into a covering for the wounds
Underneath the coverings strings of blood were stitching the wound closed, but with the amount of wounds and the little quantity of blood he had left…
"Damn it all why the hell is this taking so long" Agma thought out loud
While waiting Agma checked his stats to see something confusing
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Level 1
xp (13888/100)
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"Why am I level one?" Agma wondered
…
There was no answer from the system this time
Agma sat up as he asked another question
"Can you at least tell me why I got my ass beat by someone of the same rank as me?" Agma asked
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At level one you are the equivalent of the weakest king. At the level for evolution your stronger then the strongest king
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This time Agma got an answer
'This kinda explains why I'm level one as well' Agma thought as he continued to rest
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Miles away from where Agma was resting four adventurers were quickly running towards a fortresses wall
"Halt state your business" A guard said
"We are the party that was sent to the elven forest, let us in quick we need to speak the the lord of this land" They said
"You will need an appointment-" a guard started to speak before being cut off
"We were sent on this mission by the king, and we have incredibly important information" A short adventurer said
Yes these are the very same adventurers who had their friend ate by a cocoon… The ones who met a demon king and lived
After some silence the adventurers were let in the walls of the fortress
They were led through the streets
Looking around there were commoners going about their life
Some selling food
Some spending time with their families
Then they came upon a manor and were guided through its maze like hallways
Decorations covered the walls
Every sculpture was gilded
Every painting a cheap knockoff
When they entered the lords office they could see a skinny old man drinking copious amount of alcohol
"What do you want" the old man grumbled at the adventurers
Looking at each other the adventurers came to an agreement
"Sir please let us use a carrier pigeon, we have very important information" The short adventurer said
"What's so urgent about this *information* that you would have to bother me" The old man said a bit mockingly
Silence fell into the room as they contemplated about telling the lord until…
"…Sir a demon king as risen" a medium height adventurer said
"BAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha" The old man started laughing
"We're not joking sir" The short adventurer said
The old man's laugh quickly quieted down
"You know if you were trying to make a quick buck lying to the king isn't the best idea" The lord said
"We're not lying. We came from the burned down elven forest, in it was a cocoon of fire" The medium height adventurer said
"When our friend Ferrum went to attack the cocoon…It swallowed him up? We don't know what happened there but the cocoon grabbed onto him and pulled it into itself" The short adventurer said
Then they started to explain everything that happened
Agma breaking out of the cocoon
The immense pressure that leaked from him
And the feeling that one wrong move would mean their death
"I'll allow you to use my carrier pigeon, but just know if it's a lie it's your head that the king with chop off" The lord said bringing his pigeon over
"Write the letter and send it…I'll be in my basement" He said