Having been granted the access to Irminsul was a mistake, the Balladeer still felt nothing but rage. Having been taken prisoner by an Archon who’s been locked away for centuries.

How insulting, to have the Archon insist on bringing you along. Nobody needed a pest flying around in a place with limitless knowledge. A place as dangerous as this.

The Balladeer found the branch he was looking for, he held it up with a mockingly innocent tone.

“It’s you.”