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Boom boom boom...
The world's shaking started once again.
"Huff... Huff..."
Gasping heavily, "Blanc" tried his best to take cover more securely beneath the thick branches of the giant tree.
He hoped that the falling stones would avoid him.
That way, he could recover from his injuries better.
Now, "Blanc" was devoid of the grace and composure that once defined the transcendent swordsman.
The title "Genius Swordsman" was incongruent with his current disheveled state.
A swordsman fleeing across the wilderness, that was the true depiction.
He tore open a Healing Scroll, and a gentle green light flowed into his body, healing his wounds.
Before long...
Footsteps echoed in the darkness.
"Clang!"
A sword was drawn, its keen edge resonating.
"It's me!"
The voice of Tuck came from the darkness.
"Right now, I can't even be sure if you've come to cooperate or to take my life."
Blanc scrutinized the darkness, his eyes exceptionally bright.
