Down shall the blessed blade strike, smiting the last of the damnable creatures whom earned his ire. Despite his own ignorance as towards what land he found himself in, and the foes to be fought in this foreign place, the basics of life and survival never changed. Surrounded by the corpses of demons, he had one other to thank, the woman of white hair whose form was akin to beings merely depicted in art, in nightmares. Together, they strove towards this common goal of rescuing the villagers, even if they did not know the name of the other.
❛ Thanks for the save back there. I’ve never seen monsters like those, although I happen to know a thing or two about saving towns. You a type of laguz or something? ❜
@victorums.
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