"What is it?" Nero asked cautiously.
Rummel Abellion was silent for a moment. Then its fingers formed a strange shape,
"You could call it along lost friend of mine. Or an eternal companion, depending on how much longer this seal is kept on me... But it should be of no bother to you. Just do not look upon it. That is if, you value your sanity."
Nero's blood ran cold.
After hearing that, he figured it would be best to stop asking questions.
Rummel Abellion clasped its four hands together.
"Now then. Do we have an agreement? Three tasks for three boons. One boon already claimed—waking your friend, one boon held in reserve for later, and one boon yet to be specified, though I suspect you'll want a way out of here once everything is done."
Nero looked back at Arthur and Jacob one more time.
Then at the pool with its impossible depths and the thing that slumbered within.
Then at the creature with its white mask and its four arms and its promises that very well could be lies.
