Strange Remains
Part 2
“Bott… Huh?” Confused by Yavan’s words, Menzo’s attention shifted and caused his step to falter and he nearly tripped. Yavan chuckled and paused while he regained a steady footing.
“It sounds rather impressive, doesn’t it?” The older man said. “Joren used some earlier today, you can ask him about it.” For a moment, Yavan let the information sink in before carrying on. “Demons. That is the name of spirits who cannot face the sunlight. In this particular case, it seems you have been made to face a demon stronger than…”
A long silence followed, leading Menzo to glance back at his new superior with a frown. Yavan, seemingly lost in thought as he watched his step, did not seem to notice. Finally, he began again, a slight falter in his voice that smoothed itself out as he kept speaking.
“Stronger than… anyone expected. A demon of such strength does not die as we know it but rather returns to its spirit form, something that Joren seems to have forgotten about. Although it is true that fate has kept us away from truly dangerous cases, the fault is also mine to have habituated him to what is most common, most easily dispatched.” Yavan breathed deeply and sighed before carrying on. “Joren should never have come into this forest. Not only because it went against direct regulation but also because his training is not complete. You are both lucky to have returned alive.”