Untethered oneyeah, the comedy wasn't intentional. Yuna was an Ice witch who lived for 100 of years why would she care about those adventurers, and since Witches are dramatic and narcissistic, I tried to present her true character. But I supposed I failed, You are free to make fun of it. However, Conrad he is usually fascinated by others Worldly things, but at this moment he is frustrated with those leeches. He is fed up of it.
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Perspective : Thor Gild [1 hour earlier]From a distance we could hear metal clashing against each other. Suspecting it was a certain someone, that we had been not very particularly keen on searching, we traced the sound.Gradually, the darkness within the deep chasm subsided while the clash and the eerie hissing sound grew louder, giving the impression that we were approaching the outside or somewhere nearby. As we arrived at the scene, we encountered whom I had suspected: Brandon and Robin. However, with an un suspected guest —the fiend responsible for this mess, that enormous centipede.The clashing noises reverberated through the air as Brandon's sword clashed with the numerous limbs of the centipede. It was a sight to behold, witnessing his sword emanating a deep violet aura. I had never seen him that serious before, except for one other time.It was when I first talked to him, after that party, due to an misunderstanding he was kicked out.It was the same night Conrad got stabbe
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My Infatuation With Death Chapter 60 : Logic conflicts
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My Infatuation With Death Chapter 62 : Sehnshohl
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My Infatuation With Death Chapter 63 : That's all we can do
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