[Funkduder]

Whatever the thing might have been, it did not retreat, so like a snake he lashed out....

Fearlessness, or rather the fear of being afraid had lured the life of the lands out to him, long ago...but it was long ago when the wastelands have finally reached his hand and he found, inside, the infecting remains: a soul devouring demon.

The shapeless shadows shifted round the thing. Memories of another time filled Hermes, implanting the memories from a time in between the story.

And a name resounded as well: Emanon Oen