A few hours shy of exactly two week ago In some podunk village on Veldime
Five figures are around a cauldron, two are on their feet, while the other three are covered in severe burns as they lay next to it.
"Huh? Nothing happened. I thought this ritual was supposed to summon Overlord Zenon, why didn't anything happen?" One figure who was standing said, sounding rather indignant.
"It was. Something must have simply gone wrong. I wonder what though?" The second standing figure replied.
"Ohhh, I know what I did wrong now. I must have accidentally used Grilled Dragon instead of Fried Dragon for the ritual. My mistake!" The figure said, sounding nonchalant.
The first standing figure groaned.
"Are you kidding me? You almost killed Dad, Taro, and Hanako! How can you be so upbeat?"
"Well it's not my fault that Overlord Zenon stole my conscience. Or did you forget why we're trying to do this in the first place, Mr. Smarty-pants?"
The three figures on the ground all groaned in pain.
"Well at least your little screw up didn't kill them."
"Oh who do you take me for? The sacrifices were never in any real danger to being with."
"Man, Zenon must have messed up your conscience something fierce if you're calling your husband and kids 'sacrifices'."
"Are you still going on about that? We need to gather the materials again if we're to retry the summoning ritual. Chop-Chop! Momma wants to be human again already!"
The first figure just groaned in exasperation.
