Creeee...eeeee..eeee..ee. The door behind Hadlin creaked open. "That's impossible." He thought, "I barred that door shut." Then turned around just in time to hear it click shut again. The Babasova was home.
"Do I have to save this place?" Better yet, "Can it be saved?" Glancing at the book he didn't see how. The book of Canaan doesn't seem to work. Nor did he have the key to bind it. Besides this place was full of dark creatures. Eidolon wouldn't so freely let them go. So it remains, "How can he save a world when he can't even help himself?"
At the heart of every forest is a darkness that bides its time. Hiding and waiting beneath the canopy. Among the twisted bracken and brambles clawing its way out. Out emerged a blackened mass. Oozing as it unfurled from a fetal position. Taking on what appeared to be a human-like shape.