Demons
Aldrich and Chrysa stood side by side in the midst of a forest. The trees towered around them like a gathering of miniature towers, reaching high up and spreading their boughs of blue leaves in a ghostly glowing ceiling of flora.
"It's snowing?" Chrysa held out her hand, watching as little dots of white dropped down on her palm.
"That's not snow. That's ash." Aldrich took in a shallow breath, feeling precious little oxygen, and what little oxygen he did get, it was hot, almost burning.
Not that he even needed oxygen.
"Ash?" Chrysa cocked her head. "That means fire, right?"
"It does. Smart." Aldrich patted Chrysa's head. It was curious what she knew and what she did not know. It was not like she had gone through any sort of schooling. What she did know was probably based off of Aldrich's own memories, but exactly how much?
"Mhm." Chrysa smiled happily as she nodded at Aldrich's praise.
A system message appeared in front of Aldrich's vision.