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It had already been two days since Astaroth and Violette left the forest where the village was hidden. And they had travelled through many different terrains since then.

Tunnels of darkness untold; Plains as far as the eye can see; Mountains high enough to give you neck pains looking for the top; Rivers of torrential flow; Lakes as calm as a praying monk.

Violette had been astounded at every new site, and Astaroth was frankly impressed at the level of detail the devs put into the game. If he didn't know better, he would think this was an entirely new world.

They had been through different level zones too, varying from level ten zones to level fifty zones. The latter especially made them slow down.

Even though Astaroth was confident in their battle prowess, he doubted they could get out of a swarm of level fifty monsters. It was simply suicide.