When he took a fatal sword thrust for me, I finally understood what it meant to be afraid.
Afraid his soul would scatter, afraid he would no longer remember me, afraid this world would have no room for even a wisp of his remaining soul.
So I took him, now bereft of his memories, and crossed the meteor storms of a magical continent, the smoke of the World War II battlefield, the wreckage of interstellar fleets, and the sandstorms of the post-apocalyptic wasteland.
People call me mad, but they don't understand. I tear through time and space and defy fate only because I want my little frog demon to remember me once more. (Starting in Chapter One, watch me take him across every worldline and find all the pieces of him.)
