The sky had already darkened. In one corner of the forest, a fire was crackling, brightening the surrounding area.
Amon sat near the fire while eating meat.
"You really don't want to eat?" he gazed at the hanging Vetaal on a nearby tree. Yup, he was hanging upside down like before.
"No, boy. I don't need food to survive. I am already dead," Vetaal replied lazily.
Amon snorted faintly. "Damn. I really wonder what you are. Or rather… I wonder who sealed you here without killing you."
Vetaal's lips curled into a faint, eerie smile. "I also wonder why she didn't kill me. There must have been some reason. Hehe~"
Amon shook his head. "You laugh too easily, Vetaal. You were sealed here for five thousand years."
"I am simply grateful I can still speak. Also, most of my time passed here in deep slumber. So this does not matter much to me," Vetaal replied calmly.
