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Ina slipped into the black dress, marveling at its exquisite fabric. “Even in Borus, this would be high-end…” The smooth […]

Cynthia sank into the bathtub, half her face underwater, blowing bubbles, eyes sharp with vigilance. Ina, lounging at the tub’s

The Adventurer’s Guild bathhouse was a cozy surprise, small but sufficient for Cynthia and Ina. Steam curled from a modest

Cynthia absorbed the bloodstone’s power, its energy coursing through her. Yet a nagging unease lingered—what had she overlooked? If Balof

Balof’s form was barely human anymore. His blood-red body pulsed with writhing veins, his face a grotesque mask of demonic

Cynthia’s sickle, Yulandel, swept toward Barov’s neck with lethal intent. But Barov, pausing only briefly, flicked his wrist, conjuring a

The closer Cynthia drew to the Central Purification Center, the heavier the Blood Crown’s pressure weighed on her. Even with

The red glow vanished abruptly. The goat-headed, human-bodied monster slipped from Cynthia’s sight. She frowned, senses sharp but detecting no

The red glow pierced the darkness, impossible to ignore. A creature stood before them, unlike anything Cynthia had seen. Its

Cynthia couldn’t pinpoint how the corpses turned undead. Necromancers were the usual culprits, but the Holy Church’s purge ages ago