He Hunts, I Haunt
The ragdoll hopped on its foot.
"If I fought like that, I would've ruled the beginner zone."
Other than our chatter, we listened every day to the tree spirit grumbling and complaining about another section of forest being destroyed.
Over and over, the same name came up: Victor.
For days straight, he tore through one stretch of woods after another.
The tree spirit fumed, but it couldn't stop him.
And for some reason, guilt crept into my chest.
The final boss had a sharp tongue, but a soft heart.
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