Maxel held onto his sword firmly and pulling his blade out of the undead's neck, he flicked his sword towards his right; the single action ridding of the blood that covered the metal front.
With his blood now cleaned, he sheathed his sword back into place and upon turning towards me and taking a step forth, he turned his head and spat out something reddish and viscous. I looked over toward the ground and sure enough, it was the beastman's blood
"Looks like I've exerted myself a little, I wouldn't recommend letting aura coursed through your entire body while over-driving it... It puts quite the strain on your nervous system." The beastman spoke as his claws retracted back into place along with the fierce look in his eyes.
"Haah... As if I could do something like that... Every single one of you is an entirely different being on your own... To defeat that knight I could barely fend like it was nothing... You all are truly otherworldly..." I commented as I tried laughing off while my heart raced
"Let's head back together, everyone's already waiting for quite some time... Besides that, nightfall is about to come, so it'd best if we get a move on before everything truly turns pitch black..." Maxel said and extending a hand, we took off without notice.
While running away, I looked back to see the dead corpse of the knight lying motionless without the slightest indicator of life. He mentioned he was simply a captain of his kingdom, not a commander nor even a general... Was he simply that absurdly strong or...
Were there other underlings of that Lich that could pose an even greater strength compared to that absurdly powerful corrupted knight...
I shuddered to think if that was truly the case as if there were others several times more powerful than him, just what could I do in the grand scheme of things other than following up everyone with nothing but simple support?
"No no... I can't end up being so gloomy again... Tina would disapprove of me looking so pathetic, even the spirit told me to keep my heads up..."Sigh... I wonder how much longer will it be until I can pay my respects to you again..." I said as we ventured back into the dense fog...
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Lying on a bed, she groaned, tossed, and turned in her sleep; her expression wrinkled as the sounds of chatter outside of her room persisted while she remained half asleep listening to every agonizing detail with her crystal clear but pained mind.
She was still feeling the after-effects of blood loss and although she would usually stir up a ruckus to stop the constant annoying voices sounding outside, her body simply couldn't bear to move an inch as each movement felt like she was being dragged by hundreds of sandbags.
As she continued to whine silently with long pauses between groans, it didn't take long before her body tired out once more, and soon, her eyes grew heavy and drowsy, throwing her back into a deep slumber...
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Suddenly, her eyes shot wide open as she woke up in a cold sweat. She didn't know what time it was and with not enough strength the rise and sit upright but more than enough to turn her head, she looked over towards the window where she then found that it was already evening.
"How has it been that long already..." She said with an equally irritated and confused tone.
She didn't want to waste another second of the day and with every ounce of her strength, she pulled away what looked to be two heavy blankets that made her sweat like no tomorrow and headed to the door immediately.
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Fleeting Memories
FantasyThere she woke her in her bed. The warm feeling of the morning sun and the chirps of bird outside her room, it felt like home to her then. Yet, something in the back of her head felt wrong but she couldn't put a finger on it. She walks out of the ro...
