Laz laid in bed, looking up at the white ceiling above him. The time of the 'party' concluded and everyone went back to their own rooms. Kelly and Helen said they would see Laz in the morning, but that they would need time to recover from the activities of the night as each one was sore in many different ways. Laz was ok with that as the beast he had encounter was still on his mind. That creature was something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare and, as far as he knew, wasn't something that resonated with his bloodline in any way. He felt like he neither knew it nor understood it, something that seemed impossible considering the strength the Asura possessed in the past. Kat was broken after having shielded him in the dimensional rift and there had been no communication with her ever since that time. Laz had also tried to talk to Jörmungandr but had gotten no response. He knew the sword of legend had heard him, but it had kept it's thoughts to itself about it.
