[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
"W-who… who are you talking to right now?"
The Cowardly Lion asked the question cautiously, his voice wavering with uncertainty as his wide eyes fixed on Grimm. The armored man stood a short distance ahead of him among the scattered remains of what had once been towering stone golems. The lion kept himself several paces away out of instinct, claws lightly scraping against fragments of rock as he shifted his weight uneasily.
Grimm had not moved much since the last construct had collapsed into rubble. His posture remained straight, sabatons planted firmly on the cracked stone ground with his gaze fixed toward the sky.
"There were eyes on us a moment ago," Grimm said calmly. The statement was delivered in such a straightforward tone that it took the lion a second to even process it. The Cowardly Lion blinked.
"…There were what?"
