The End Wanderers
The very moment they stepped past the threshold of the secluded space, it was as the Primordial had promised: Blimpo's eyelids closed and his body immediately went limp from a sudden lack of consciousness.
Before the elf could face-plant into the dirt, Emilio caught him, bringing him onto his back, now much easier that he had a functional right arm to use.
Alright…I don't like talking to this guy, but…I guess I have to, he thought.
Crossing the small bridge amidst the quiet garden, he approached the gold-fruit bearing tree, once more watching as the shadows beneath it shifted before revealing the six-armed, otherworldly being.
"Adam," Emilio called out, stopping before the figure.
The Primordial watched him, "It seems you found my hospitality satisfactory, and a new arm; that is agreeable. I did not wish to declaw you, child. It is beneficial to me that you've acquired a replacement for your lost limb."
"Yeah, well…I'm ready to go now," he said.