"My children, although my heart is filled with disappointment at this moment, you are still my Summoners. As per tradition, I should provide you with some necessary answers."
Lord Soron, with great reluctance, forced himself to utter these words.
He had anticipated being surrounded by admirers upon awakening, to be worshipped. He wouldn't even need to mention it; those who summoned him would orbit him ceaselessly, and all he would need to do was answer their questions one by one.
Unfortunately, of the two individuals who had summoned him, one had a dull, frosty expression, while the other blinked one eye non-stop, remaining utterly silent. Sigh... neither of these two shows any sign of intelligence whatsoever.
Lord Soron felt as if he had stepped into a swamp. He was devoid of strength, with no straw to clutch at, watching himself sink deeper and deeper into the mire...
