[h2]Phocas Amyntas[/h2]
Phocas woke up.

He had no idea how he had. The last thing he remembered was staring down the barrel of one of the Moon Lord's minion's rifles while he faded from consciousness. But it wasn't there anymore. Neither was the roof of the dungeon. Phoc was simply staring up at a beautiful skyline. Dawn, it was, judging by the position of the sun. Or, dusk? He never bothered to memorize considering how often he was underground. Still. It was nice. There was a cool wind and pleasant warmth. He could almost fall asleep right there.

But he couldn't. The last thing he remembered was dying, leaving behind the earth to be ravaged by monsters. If there was any chance this wasn't the afterlife, that he could still help out and fight back, then he had to seek it out. Shooting onto his feet, Phoc gave himself a pat down to see what he still had on his person. From the looks of it, everything he had taken from the Heretic was brought with him, from the blade to a magazine of musket shot. He also still had a few potions left, should he need to take respite.

[color=0054a6]"So, where am I?"[/color] Phoc asked himself. Looking around, he was in a city of some kind. Cobblestone and marble just from his small vantage point of the ground. His bet was on this city being built after the Moon Lord's first coming, no bricks of clay were in sight. They had taken great care to stop the Hallow and Crimson too, no patches of land open to corruption from either source. This was assuming, of course, he was still alive. The city certainly seemed, at just a first glance, to be decent enough for an afterlife.

Either way, he would never know what was going on unless he did his research. He could leave the city and take his chances, but he had no idea where he was. His best bet was, most likely, to ask if the inhabitants knew of any dungeons around the area. Or to ask if he was dead, of course. Looking down both ends of the street, there was a woman in a skirt and rabbit ears. Reminded him of the Hallow, and there was this aura about her like he should trust her, but hate her. As he approached, his hand was close to his blade.

[color=0054a6]"Hello, Miss, is there a dungeon around here?"[/color] He asked her.


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