Author's Note: This chapter is supposed to be 104 and not 105, so make sure to read this chapter before the last one! Sorry for the inconvenience...
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"What the fuck took you so long?" Nora snapped at the three of them immediately, easing the other Principalities into lowering their weapons at their approach. The eight Principalities were in a worn-down state, with many of them carrying large wounds that penetrated through their had Class three Equipment and injured them. Without a capable Healer among their group, they'd been forced to invest in several potions and medical equipment to care for their wounds.
Comparatively, Marcus was practically unmarked. There were scratches on his armor and his skin looked slightly bruised, but he wasn't previously injured.
The Mage sighed at her irritation, "Preacher kept moving them around, so it took us longer to find them than we thought. We did find them though."
