Dire Straights

Feeling his body getting sucked away, Astaroth assumed he was taking his first death in New Eden. But his eyes opened to a familiar tree canopy.

*Gasp!*

In front of him, Morticia was shaking him by his collar.

"Get up! We need you!"

Astaroth looked around himself, confused, everything blurry. He knew he was most likely concussed.

"What's happening? Why are you yelling?"

Astaroth could hear some faint fighting noises in the background, but his ears were ringing intensely. As his sight slowly settled, he noticed he was inside a ruined building of sorts, with the opposite wall to him completely blown in.

Morticia slapped him across the face.

*Slap*

"Get a grip! If you don't join the fight, we are all going to die!"

"What? What are you talking about?"