Macid's ears drooped with his expression, "No... I just want food right now. I'm so hungry..." He sighed and went back to his room, laying back on his bed. "No food and no one even gives a damn that I'm hungry. I don't want to do this anymore. This is stupid. For once, I wish someone would actually listen to me. Stupid Filadius, stupid quests, stupid world..." After a while longer of whining, Anon began to glow brightly and floated off of the ground, What the...? Before he knew it, the light seemed to grow a single tentacle and it pierced through Macid's chest. He grunted as he struggled, but the appendage sticking through his chest lifted him up and he slowly began to glow himself, "NO! What's going on!? Consta-!" Macid's voice trailed as it disappeared with his figure, consumed by the light, and it all formed into a large ball of light. And in a brilliant flash, disappeared, a large chest dropping to the ground with a name that was in a language that was lost 1,000 years before even this point in time.