The Collector
After reuniting, the two shared a high-five that resonated through the dreadful place, combatting its darkness before heading deeper into it together.
"Emilio and Yuna are doin' fine, no doubt about it," Everett suddenly stated as they traversed the corridor.
Melisande was taken aback by the random words, though realized that the bumpkin was likely just trying to reassure her as she nodded, "Of course. They're both strong."
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SQUELCH.
Slicing through the burned and stitched together flesh of deformed beasts, the red-haired demi-human fought alone in a colosseum of tunnels, which were home to the grotesque creations.
"--"
Yuna was dead calm as she swept her daggers through the hissing goblin that rushed her, cutting its neck before it could even thrust its makeshift spear.
Rushing towards her now was a hound covered in spiky quills, salivating as it leapt towards her with its jaws parted.