Matthew ran to his room to grab his weapons. His armor was being repaired after the damage it took from both the Bashmu and from Enkidu. He wasn't even sure if the leather workers could salvage it.
Even though, Matthew had to go outside. He had to go…
His hand hovered over his door handle. He was shaking. Imps again. He could hear, see and even smell again. Everything he blocked. The horrors that only came to him when he was in desperation. Why it had to be imps?
"Hurry!" He heard Ffyr supplicate telepathically.
Matthew looked to his bed. He wanted to hide. He didn't want to face demons again. Everything but demons.
Then his phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Faralynn. It rang for a while before turning off. Matthew couldn't move. He couldn't bring himself to move.
"I'm level 35 and I'm scared of some imps." Matthew laughed at himself, but still couldn't move.
"MATT! Hurry!" Ffyr screamed in his mind sensing his internal battle through their connection.
