Cole took sure steps towards her as she slid to the ground. He could see she was bleeding from her ears and nose, and all of it was a black sludge, a testament to the terrifying power of Black Malakai…. a demonic sword that embodies rot. Cole stepped closer to her then placed his hand on her head as he made sure to hold her gaze.
"You fought well elf."
[Sin Eater]
A heavy surge of energy flew into Cole, but unlike what you would expect from a gold ranked being, this one was only abrupt. Cutting off way earlier than it should have. Her dried up body hit the ground as a golden prism rolled away from it. Cole sniffed then sent it to his inventory. He shifted his head back in the direction of the dungeon and attempted to bring his stat sheet up.
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