The air went thick, but Max couldn’t point if it was by fear or stink.

“O Homem Rato, or Ratman, as he’s also known, is a legend that ran over the Castle Town of Liminalia, many centuries ago. A urban legend, you could say it. There is not much about it in the myth books, only small passages and vague mentions.”

“but the story made itself known regardless…”

“It is told that he’s is a very tall, very skinny man, which wouldn’t be that much uncommon if it wasn’t by the fact he is also half-mouse. A creature, a thing, wandering through the pipes that compound the undergrounds of the Castle Town.”

“always lurking, always hidden in the shadows…”

“Legend holds that he control an army of tiny little demons similar to him in form, which we call “mouses”. They serve as messagers from the darkness, bringing the news from the surface to the underworld, to their king, who cannot survive under sunlight, otherwise he’ll burn and die. Or, at least, that’s what say the story.”

OK. NOW we can start flipping out. Max could feel his FEAR-o-METER tinkling out of joy for increasing its numbers more and more. Stupid piece of abstract metaphysical narrative gag.

But then, a thought occured to his mind.

“Couldn’t the Ratman be just another myth, like the Troll?”

“hoho, the boy has a point, Mr. Rabbit!”

“Hmmmmm, I suppose… I mean, it is be a way more favorable option, of course.”

“And we’re getting closer of Thelesis, as well!”

“Oh, which reminds me…”

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