The Sage

When Emery opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a simple bed. His gaze immediately wandered to his surroundings. A refreshing scent of wood wafted up his nose, and looking at the wooden interior, he realized that he was currently in a wooden house.

At this moment, a dizzy sensation abruptly struck and Emery felt his head was spinning. A glimpse of foreign memory popped into his mind following suit, as the uncomfortable sensation gradually receded.

"Izta? Gilgamesh?" muttered Emery in a daze. "Could this memory belong to the Eastern Sage?"

Countless thoughts started to appear in his mind, but Emery quickly put them aside for later as he had other things he needed to care about. Getting off from the bed, he walked out of the room he was in and roamed around the place, looking for his friends' whereabouts.