"You're too late." That was the last thing she needed to hear.
With a final flap, the demoness placed her feet on the ground, turned towards the voice and looked around, confused before she shifted her eyes down and noticed the meerkat, firmly grasping what looked like a beat up journal.
It took her a moment, but she recognized his face from the journals... and she wished that there was somebody more useful standing in his place instead.
There was just something terrifying about the thought of anyone who could beat Laharl and only leave this much damage and it would've made Etna feel a lot more comfortable if she was talking to someone with a few more levels of experience then a yellow rat...
As Etna looked at Timon, she noticed he had a defeated look on his face that only made things seem worse. Pausing to muster up the words, Etna asked the inevitable, "What happened?"
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That was the last thing she needed to hear.
With a final flap, the demoness placed her feet on the ground, turned towards the voice and looked around, confused before she shifted her eyes down and noticed the meerkat, firmly grasping what looked like a beat up journal.
It took her a moment, but she recognized his face from the journals... and she wished that there was somebody more useful standing in his place instead.
There was just something terrifying about the thought of anyone who could beat Laharl and only leave this much damage and it would've made Etna feel a lot more comfortable if she was talking to someone with a few more levels of experience then a yellow rat...
As Etna looked at Timon, she noticed he had a defeated look on his face that only made things seem worse. Pausing to muster up the words, Etna asked the inevitable, "What happened?"