Shit… shit… shit!
Alexander Azuralis runs desperately through a dense forest on the outskirts of New York.
Only faint moonlight filtering through the trees lights his path.
He stumbles and crashes into tree trunks, but he doesn't stop. The heavy, threatening footsteps behind him keep getting closer.
Alexander chose not to return to N'Raeth with the rest of his house. Julius, Victoria, and Rudeor searched for him all day and tried to contact him, but once the sun set, they were forced to return to their world.
"If he still hasn't returned a day after fleeing the Platinum Death, then he's either dead, or he chose to abandon the house out of shame — after disobeying my order and leaving a companion behind on the battlefield. Either way, continuing the search is pointless."
That was Julius's conclusion, and Victoria had no choice but to comply.
W-What the fuck are those monsters? I've never seen anything like them!
