Kyle, however, felt restless. He swung his longsword, shattering the skull of a Demigod skeleton that was attacking Finche, dispersing its Soul Fire into the air and guarding Finche's flank. He said, "Elder Finche, you'd better lower your attack intensity a bit. Such high physical exertion isn't good for your body."
"Hahaha, Kyle, my boy, you worry too much," the old shaman laughed, "For a Beastman, battle is the best medicine. No matter the illness, a hearty fight can bring us back to our best state. So don't worry about me. Go do what you need to do. I'll take commands from you just like everyone else."
