The battle raged as one masked invader turned into three masked invaders, trapped in a pocket dimension, soon after the villagers uneasy calm turned into seething rage, alerting the remaining invaders who attempted to stop all resistance, but were foiled by me and their declining manpower.
My hit and run tactic proved successful, diminishing their numbers into one-unmasked invader, who now had a entire village clamoring for his blood but he proved too wily to catch, evading all traps and returning all attacks with vicious mage fire, he eventually-raised a metaphorical white flag, exhaustion apparent on his face.
“You surprise me-outsider” he says
“You seem indifferent, are you not worried?” I replied
Contrary to your belief, I find the air here-unbearable” he mocked, removing his broken mask.
“Did someone send you?” he asked, his eyes revealing worry
“No, I just happened to pass by only to witness a boy..” before I could finish a villager to my right vehemently shook before fainting in relief.
The invader stared, faintly smiling only to nod, “I see so that's how” he murmured to no one but himself, heaving a sigh he continued only to stop midway, staring at a crude hole in his chest, he coughed blood, staining his robe-red, I rushed forward, catching his body.
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He looks right through me, revealing a face full of longing, “I should have listen to Miltea, I should have never taken this job” he whispers to no one.
His death signaled the end as the fire died down leaving nothing but ashes, fortunately the village was intact with livestock's to spare.
Days later, crowds gathered-dancing their worries away around a bristling-bonfire, the festivities had begun. The villagers were immensely grateful, ignoring my unsightly appearance, eventually I met the boy solitary figure standing beside the invader grave, his body shaking with anger, “I bet you regret letting me go” he paused-only to turn around and leave. Thinking back I wondered how the boy managed to escape, shaking my head with a frown I looked at six miniature black orbs-resting in my hand, after the battle I discovered that the temporary pocket dimensions used to trap the invaders had self imploded, crushing all organic matter within. After the festivities, I began my preparation only to be showered with gifts by the ever grateful villagers, during my departure I witness the boy watching from a distance with his mother beside him.