Their son is currently in and out of his grunting cries of distress, and honestly, they’re the only two coherent enough to give us the information we need to figure what the f*****g s**t is going on.
“That’s what we wanted to tell you, for some reason the map of Agrippa is acting out.”
“What do you mean?” I frown.
“Usually after the transfer is done, there is usually fatigue and numbness that comes with the transfer but there has never been a time when I felt pain.” King Alexander starts to explain, even though he’s only confusing me all the more.
“When the transfer was done on me those were the things I felt, but for some reason, our son is reacting differently. He’s been complaining about pain–”
“Okay look,” I rudely cut him off, unapologetic even though several glares were dire
