"That's a lot, you went through all that?" Outside at a campfire just in front of the house, Enzo and the rest of the family sat in a circle in the middle of the night.
Enzo had just finished narrating everything he had gone through in his first voyage, from waking up in the Red Sun Prison to nearly being devoured by Nibbleskin, to freeing Victory and the journey across the Great Desert.
There wasn't a single moment of true rest, he had fought against incredibly dangerous horrors and had been pivotal to the ascension of a god.
Not that he even knew what that meant, but he could feel the pain of going through that very much.
"Ehh, it was just that… in the past." Enzo smiled bitterly. Nibbleskin and Victoria had kept him sane the whole time; if not, he might have run mad in that place. Unfortunately, they weren't with him anymore.
"Literally." The old man scooted forward and patted Enzo on the shoulder.
