Aster sits at his desk, quietly writing through some basic paperwork: All are from within the city’s walls, keeping track of supplies. Everything seems to be in order.
He places one more document to the side, proceeding with his work-
The Twisted of Desperate Mists has perished.
…What.
All of this time, all of this worrying…
And just like that, on this unassuming day, it perished.
The beast that troubled him for so long, dead.
It’s almost funny, in a way. Such a massive headache for him, ended so soon.
Aster looks over at his secretary. A shorter man named Jericho, a nice fellow.
“...Lad. Arrange a hunting party as soon as possible. We have a dead Twisted to find.”
This is partly for celebration.
This is partly so that, if it was a person who killed it, they can be rightfully rewarded.
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But more than anything, Aster knows…
This is also to handle the consequences if it was a person who killed the Twisted.
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The Twisted of Desperate Mists has perished.
Kara notices that the fog weakens as she gets this message, but she doesn’t have the time to focus on anything else.
Light coalesces at her spear’s tip, as she holds the mighty lance over her head…
And she brings it down on the fog, slicing through.
Syncing Knowledge with System...
Skill Obtained!
Light Magic
Level 31
Assists in forming mana into Light Magic.
Rank 2 - Can form hardened structures of Light.
Syncing Knowledge with System...
Skill Obtained!
Arcane Combat
Level 19
Assists in using magic with mundane weaponry.
She ignores the new messages, only running forward to the center of the clearing in the fog.
In the center, a chemist lays atop a humanoid body. The body mostly looks human, at first glance but its body is thin, skeletal, and its entire body a foggy grey. She puts no thought to it, rolling Lavender over gently.
To say that she’s wounded would be… An understatement. With the sheer number of lacerations all over her body, it’s a miracle she’s still alive, going by the rise and fall of her chest…
Just to be safe, Kara crouches down to check Lavender’s pulse. A bit slow, but still present. No human has any right to survive such an injury, but the valkyrie isn’t one to complain about good fortune.
She takes off the chemist’s lab coat, starting to rip off rags. Some rudimentary wound care will be needed, and the sweater the chemist still wears will be enough for clothing.
Once the wounds are bandaged, the process of which will be skipped over for the chemist’s own dignity…
The valkyrie lifts up the chemist, carrying her back to the camp. Hopefully, two will still remain once things are over.