The light dimly shone through the imense, thick trees. A few bugs started illumanting a path as teh sun began to set, leading into the early evening. The dark shouldn't come anytime soon, but it was definately nearing. What to do, what to do. How'd he even get in this mess, the poor ModSoul? Daemyn was walking down the path after being chased by some Hollows, too many to defend himself against. 'This is what I get for leaving Balmung-Sama's side...' the small boy thought to himself, ending with a sigh. He looked up at the sky--But it was blocked, still. He began to get worried about where he might have been going. If memory served right, the deeper in, near the end, hollows start to infest the area.

Daemyn scratched the synthetic skin of his Gigai, and gazed across the unmarked path he was going down. Well, it wasn't a path as much just some coincedentially slightly-aligned trees in the area.

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x_x Whiped for the night. I'll continue in the morn.