Ragnar, who had just experienced the sensation of killing a human for the first time, felt something very strange. A moral burden weighed on his shoulders, because in the past few hours, he had not been involved in battles that resulted in human casualties, only fighting a group of goblins. A strange feeling of emptiness crept into Ragnar's mind, who had never felt anything as bad as this before.
While Ragnar was lost in his heavy thoughts, Fenna quickly approached the Beastwoman who was her older sister. "Sister!" Fenna ran enthusiastically, then jumped and hugged the woman tightly. Fenna's face was full of relief and security, while her sister tried to smile despite looking tired and injured.
Ragnar, witnessing this scene, felt conflicted within himself. Fenna's joy and his own strange feelings created a tense atmosphere in the dark corridors of the Black Tower that continued to be oppressive. They had killed to survive, but the price paid, especially for Ragnar, felt so heavy.
"Fenna, are you okay? Are you hurt? You didn't have any serious problems, did you?" asked the Beastwoman who was Fenna's sister with a worried expression, checking on her younger sister with concern.
"I'm fine, sister! It's all thanks to Ragnar's help!" Fenna answered with a smile on her face, pointing towards Ragnar who was approaching. Hearing his name mentioned, Ragnar immediately approached Fenna and her sister.
"Thank you so much for helping me and taking care of my sister," said Fenna's sister, holding Ragnar's hand tightly. "My name is Fracilia Liv," the woman introduced herself to Ragnar with gratitude and respect.
Ragnar smiled and nodded respectfully. "Glad to help, Fracilia. My name is Ragnar," replied Ragnar warmly, feeling a little relieved that Fenna and her sister were okay after the intense battle earlier. The bond that formed between them in the midst of the pressure brought a little warmth in the dark and oppressive corridor.
Fenna looked around, furrowing her brow as she saw two bodies lying in a pool of blood near her sister.
"They died because of me," Fracilia, noticing her younger sister's gaze, then spoke, her voice full of regret. "I didn't expect those five men to betray us just because we found the Hidden Room. If only, if only I had been more cautious, this might not have happened." Fracilia looked upset and clenched her fists.
"It's not entirely your fault, sis. We don't know someone's true nature. Anyway, everyone needs money, so it's something that might happen," Fenna said empathetically, trying to help ease the burden felt by her sister.
What Fenna said was true. In the current situation, where there was little space left, food was scarce, and only ten cities remained, money was the most important commodity.
The competition to survive in this harsh and cruel world forced people to do unwanted things, even sacrificing the lives of others to meet their own needs.
Ragnar listened to the conversation with a heavy heart. He realized how difficult life was in a world full of violence and betrayal. Ragnar understood how important money was in the current situation.
In this harsh and unforgiving world, money was the main determinant of survival. He knew how expensive life was in the last remaining city, having played the Black Tower game for the past ten years, he knew it better than anyone else.
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