The distant murmur of men filled the streets of Valestorm.
Sitting in a corner in front of a bar quietly nursing a drink from a wooden cup, Allen let out a sigh.
"What's with the long face, Allen? Lost your dick in the last hunt?"
Loud laughs burst out from around the sitting area.
This place was a popular place for Hunters and even Pilgrims to unwind after a day of hunting in the former Sandsea.
Allen wasa regular Hunter who faced death day in and out.
He had been a normal man. One fortunate, or unfortunate enough to have survived the initial apocalypse and every other chaotic event after it.
At Level 120, he had attained Tier 1 a while back, but found it difficult to gain levels after that, as the beasts and monsters only got stronger from here on our.
