He let out a hysterical, twisted laugh, growing more distant from the researcher Collins in Heine's memory.
—He probably didn't realize that the one attacking him wasn't human, but a skeleton.
Heine thought to himself and then returned to his spot without any change in his demeanor.
He touched the bulging pouch at his waist, where the War God's Will was slightly stirring.
It had been stirring since he approached Talos.
As if it was crazily roaring "this smells so good, this smells so good."
"Eric."
Heine beckoned his only friend here.
"Keep an eye on things for me."
"No problem!" Eric replied with an "I understand" look, patting his flat chest, "I'll take over soon!"
"Alright."
Heine looked around once more, then left his position.
He went around to the backside of the hill, then adjusted the rune display on his Identity Plaque, no longer hiding his Level Six Soul Fluctuation, and circled back to the outpost.
