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More details continued to pour in, catching Garin off guard. When he heard that the distance he had traveled was two days' worth, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and respect towards the person who had brought the injured woman this far. However, it was also evident that this person was...

Before they had time to depart from the stable, he was already feeling overwhelmed with the amount of knowledge he gathered in just a few sentences. Between these morsels of information, he couldn't help but take another glance at the chanting healer. The soft glow emanating from her body seemed...

The healer's gaze fell upon the woman as her frail body was sprawled out on the ground now. She seemed to have a passive acceptance of the task despite the man reassuring her of certain duties. The dim light of the room added to her already pale complexion, making her seem more like a corpse...

Garin stood there, his curiosity piqued . The man's response left him puzzled, unsure of who this mysterious lady was and what role she played in all of this. As he gathered his thoughts and lips parted to speak, the healer responded to the man by making a commanding gesture for him to follow...

Garrin walked casually towards the gate; his steps were now more determined. As he approached, the figures of the guards he had glimpsed just earlier came into sharper focus. Now they were stationed like sentinels at the entrance. Garrin continued on, covering the distance until he reached the...

The journey from Vel Castere to Vel Cirak had spanned over three long days; his sleek black mare proved to be a reliable companion, as she always did. Despite the growing exhaustion, he persisted with the same unwavering determination that he demonstrated with every mission given to him. By the...

Garin was completely lost in the moment, so absorbed in his current stance that he didn't even notice the passage of time. Even with the otherworldly source of strength and the advantage it gave him,the onslaught of monsters seemed to be never ending. He had no opportunity to experience regret...

The spikes jutting out of the walls added another layer of defense, causing the monsters to hesitate. With the slowing of their advance, it gave him precious moments to regain whatever energy he could. But then a sudden surge of vitality swept through him, bringing a newfound strength that he...

Garin focused on the approaching threat, his muscles tensing from the anticipation. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he prepared for the impending clash. An ominous rumble reverberated through the ground beneath him. Without hesitation, Garin instinctively knew the source of it; there was...

The demise of the first in his path was finished. The creature fell to the ground, its grotesque form twitching in its final moments. But there was no time to revel in the victory. Yet, despite the satisfying thud of the fallen foe, the warrior's heart nearly sank as he gazed upon the horde of...

As Garin stood in awe, his eyes transfixed on the sight before him, he struggled to find the right words to describe what he was witnessing. The events unfolding seemed to defy all logic and reason, leaving him with a sense of wonder and disbelief. Alistair's quiet whisper nearby only served to...

Garin kept fighting to gain the upper hand. With determination in his eyes, he kept pressing, his muscles straining with effort. Victory finally seemed within reach. But then, in a sudden twist, she slipped through his grasp. Despite the confidence in his skill, she had eluded him with a move...

Garin's attention was solely fixed on the obstacle posed by Vorain, leaving him with few moments to take in all of the battle unfolding in his immediate surroundings; yet, this focus did not keep him from maintaining vigilance for any lurking threats that may seek to catch him off guard. Facing...

For a split second, he believed the cross he threw to be enough to be successful, though that would have been wishful thinking. The sight before him was surreal, unlike anything else he had seen before. The Dreadlord's figure appeared to have some sort of grotesque distortion. It was a chilling...

The sword was feeling like nothing more than useless weight as he faced off against Vorain. With his opponent's swift speed and mastery of magic, the blade was rendered ineffective in the Black Guard’s hands. It wasn't the physical burden of the weapon that troubled him; rather, what he...