“Wong”
“Makannan, my Lord”, a young man with long twisted ears and rough skin cowered before his master. “Is it time?”
“He says it is, Wong”, Makannan replied, in a contrite tune. “I am sorry he has to have it his way”
Wong straightened up and looked at his master’s helmeted face. “No hesitation lies in me. Willing am I to spearhead the legendary war”
“Thank you, Wong”, Makannan said. “The king truly is gone but my instincts warn that the mission is not totally safe for us. Take a Button with you. When you feel danger closing in on you, don’t hesitate to tap”
Wong walked to an erected altar and grabbed a box with him. He flipped a switch and the box shrunk, folding like a card. “I am not going to return, am I?”, Wong asked, without looking up. Makannan’s hesitation to reply already ga
