Farewell, Friend

By the end of the battle, there was hardly any time left on the Amethyst Orc's summoned duration.

As Fateless picked through the aftermath, Qin Ruo sat on the monster's shoulder, affectionately patting the arm of his faithful comrade, already dreading how much he would miss it.

Although they had only been together for a mere three hours, the Amethyst Orc had been there for him time and time again. It had repaid the cost of its Sealed Mana Core several times—nay, ten times over.

Most importantly, during the time that they had spent in each other's company, the Amethyst Orc came to be like one of Qin Ruo's own hands. They worked well together and shared a deep understanding of each other, without any words needing to be said—they were good for each other.

When their time finally ran out, and the Amethyst Orc vanished for good, he did not know how his heart would be able to cope with the loss.

Qin Ruo sighed. It was almost more than he could bear.