Mago on the other hand gradually opens his eyes, his eyesight is still blurry yet his hearing and other senses became shaper since his vision is covered with darkness. He pushed himself up and felt the cold bricked stones pavement under him.
“W-Where am I?” he breaths out, his voice echoed a little. “If I’m not mistaken, I’m with Zeth, and I…” he trailed.
He tries to remember his haze recollection from what have happened between him and Zeth but parts of it remains faint, “I don’t know anymore…”
“Zeth, where’s Zeth?” he murmured in concern.
He started to run, finding a way out of darkness when he bumped onto something, more like someone because the impact earned both of them grunts of pain.
“What the?” Mago grunts.
“Oi! Look where you’re going!” an annoyed voice shouted on his fac
