Chapter 8

On the walk home, he constantly thought about his many problems.

'...then I have to worry about seelie costs and rent and excusing sick leave'

"I just really have it rough don't I!"

Many people had it rough. But he had a unique artifact in his possession.

"Yeah, I'll definitely think about that cringey technique or whatever."

He stopped. In the road, under a streetlight, was a large creature, crouched over something as it slurped and chomped vigorously.

'oh shit, I gotta get outta here' he thought, but his legs were stuck. Fear paralysis! He had read about it but never fully believed he wouldn't be able to move under these circumstances.

Of course the beast noticed his footsteps. Hearing them stop, the beast turned around to gaze at it's prey.

Dark hair, indescribable eyes, this thing in front of it was very weak. He stood up with a roar, and began to gallop.

"Well, I'm fucked now."

The main character fucking died.

Nagatha watched all this while meditating.

"*Sigh,* I guess I gotta go grab him now."

A giant hand reached through the void.