Gone With The Storm

"Oh, I'm burned! My mother, my mother, my mother, offfffff!"

It hurts my bones. How does that feel? They're tearing my flesh, pulling them left and right with hooks.

"Rimel, what happened?"

I heard Plague. I try to make out with my squinted eyes, but what a pain it takes three porters to lift my eyelids.

"What happened? The Raiders Party Leader fought. Are you surprised?"

Whatever impression I give to the outside, the temporary element was speechless in the image's face that formed when I used the Chainbreaker's passive ability.

"I, I never expected this much!"

Plague, which looked lumpy like a Nevsehir potato, stammered in reply. I think she meant to say yes.

"Plague, these things don't happen by dressing so fancy and talking big. That's what you saw with your own eyes. Our leader is such a man. Maybe his appearance is not very impressive. Maybe he can't express impressive words, but there are thousands of people behind him!"