Dear Grimoire,

Winter is approaching in some parts of the world. Unfortunately, for those who may fall victim to it, there is still no cure for the Maria Carrem Nativitus virus, only preventive measures such as isolation from harmful sound waves.

Dr Astrid Davis would probably urge you, dear readers, to take care of your health and well-being during this period of climate change. The comfort of mortal existence before the inexorable end is a concept that has been observed many times, but one to which I do not subscribe.

Be that as it may, I can finally meet face to face and without defensive reaction the Living and the Dead who have been sleeping in an observation room in my laboratory for quite some time.

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Commissions status
Chapter - Anonymous (Storyboarding)

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The two ogres stood motionless, staring at each other. The living one looked contrite.

-You... You're not going to stay here for the rest of your life, are you?
-N-no, of course not, Doctor!’ It's just that... During our convalescence, Neth'Arak was... how can I put it... Ultra-protective, violent, even if it meant hurting himself.
-Too damaged after exfiltration. Finally free to move around here. Enough energy to protect Nesh'Eza. Not enough to regenerate.
-A kind of post-traumatic reaction to what happened to you?
-Exactly! As a result, when certain people came to see us, Neth'Arak defended us. Notably an oni, who was already injured.
-Oh, I think I know who you're talking about. He's not around at the moment. Perhaps you could talk to our host about it?

The undead looked at the living one, waiting for his agreement. Nesh sighed.

-As you said, we can't stay here our whole lives. Or non-lives. Well, our... Raah, what the heck, a breath of fresh air, let's go!

Taking a deep breath, Nesh walked towards the door and finally went outside, Neth'Arak following silently like a shadow.
Another shadow greeted them.

-Welcome to the Manor, Neth'Arak and Nesh'Eza. I am the Owlverlord.