What should've been a fifteen-minute trip turned into hours.
Capturing the Riven-Mouthed Maiden is good and all, as that would push him closer to finishing the origin quest, but if something were to happen to Marsha, then it's not worth it. Marsha is a lot more important than a mere Ghost.
Granted, he was biased—but at this moment, that is what he truly feels.
"Shit, fuck, cunt, stupid!"
Deklan spewed out every curse word he could think of as he sprinted through the street with his all.
He met a few groups of Shadowlings along the way.
But for some reason, none of them attacked.
Even though he didn't know why, he could only be happy with such a situation.
[Notice: Host has exited the Shadowed Town.]
Upon stepping back into the forest, the air became significantly more refreshing, but it wasn't significant enough to ease the tightness inside Deklan's chest. He swept his gaze around him, searching for all the marks he left behind to help him know the way back.
