Coming back
Bez nároku na bodík.
It was as if the Tasmanian tiger’s magical attack unlocked something... memories.
He was lost and couldn’t go back. He was lucky to escape with his life, killing the flaming demon. Now, there was a light... and a green valley opened. He stepped out of the cave...
A wave of pure magic washed over him, picked him up and everything went back... and then... he was both dead and not-dead.
He could go back now, just didn’t remember anything at all.
Now he at least remembered the fight with the demon.
His memories might be coming back.
That is... concerning.
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jsem ztracená a napjatá jak
jsem ztracená a napjatá jak kšandy.