He could hear something happening behind him, The apprentices are following but it was unimportant. He could probably find a way around this, He mused, before turning and walking forward towards the main hall. He looked to his right, and saw a cave-in, but he could see the unlit Hunter’s lantern through the broken door. He had opened and entered through a side door, not for the first time. It was the hallway that led to the main chamber of a floor, walls covered in roots of trees, and recessed to hold tablets that time had worn away back when he first walked these halls. He recognized the place on the other side of the door. He walked towards the door and opened it. There was a The sigil of the Hunters were etched into the doors door that the Good Hunter recognized, due to it having the sigil.
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For the most part, it looked Full of foes A perfect place to Hunt and improve yourself like all the others that Mary had dug up, except for one difference. He looked around the room that Mary I can see her cracks She’s falling apart had just excavated. This time, at least, nothing had made it past him. The Good Hunter pulled his scythe out of the last of the horde of The damned blue bastard’s Emissary celestial mobs.
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(Studious, the Good Hunter of Cruel Fate) Remember, badly done insanity is in red, and this time the lack of a Mary to grab shows.ĭisclaimer: This chapter may require highlighting to read the large amount of insanity text involved. Still, none of you who still bother reading this are here for my dislike, so have a chapter. This isn't because I hate what I did here, but because I always felt like I could never quite write up the all-encompassing effects of millions of years of battle hitting someone's mind to the point where they find themselves in the middle of it at the drop of a hat (or sigil). Fun fact: This was one of the few parts in the story that I never really liked.