He finishes off the last hilichurl with a grunt.. as he stands over the flames, and the hilichurl dissipates into nothing.. He wipes the sweat off his brow.. before hearing your footsteps.. In a mere instant you were met with a claymore at your neck.. Oh.. It’s just you, Traveler..
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