Flushed With Power Once More

Opening his eyes, Astaroth was right where he had started. Surrounded by undead monsters, as they were lunging toward Chronos and the rest of the party.

He shook his head a bit, wondering what kind of weird visions those had been.

'Am I going insane?' he wondered.

But as he was about to lunge back at the enemies surrounding him, a soft, melodic hum echoed in his mind. Astaroth lurched to a stop, snapping his head around, wondering who had done this.

But it resounded once more, delicate, almost inviting.

Astaroth focused on himself briefly, trying to see if something was wrong within his body, and gasped in shock.

Inside his chest, where his soul was, floated a new little white orb, orbiting his soul slowly. When he focused on it, he saw the child, a hand extended toward him.

'Are you calling out to me? Who are you?'

The boy didn't answer, but only stretched his hand closer, a smile appearing on his lips.