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A [Gorgimera] couldn't be a worse opponent in combat, you ever heard of Medusa? Each of the (normally) three heads is capable of expelling magic breath of its own, with the Gorgon head (the armored goat head), spewing [Petrify].

According to Illfang, one has been sleeping in his castle's basement for longer than he's actually ruled the place. It woke up only a few sun cycles before we arrived in Aincrad, forcing him to feed it to keep it from devouring his people. It can breathe fire, so those tunnels would've been worthless.

Oh and it can fly, Illfang saying it was a Congregate made creature. Why though, he doesn't know.

-Argo, The Beta Tester's Survival Guide. December 4th, 2022

December 2nd, 2022 - Garr

Golden strands of grass rested beneath my boots, a hot Urbus sun baking my hat-less dome as I surveyed the crowd. Hundreds of people stood, their tired gazes filled with fright, their armor worn, broken. Almost bouncing in my shoes, I moved in as my steed-men called my name. I had to keep this quick, they needed rest. Straightening my posture, I marched with head straight, clearing my throat.

"Congratulations," I spoke firmly, "I figure a trip to Urbus will do you for now, yes?"

"Don't listen to that traitor!"

I marched along with clenched hands, looking to them as Aigen shrieked behind rows of Tauran soldiers. Prick attacked my subjects trying to get to Illfang, was still bleeding from his nostrils after a good punch. Taiyama and Kuradeel were present among these brave souls, their eyes glinting a bit as I passed. Asuna, however, had a stiffness about herself, shoulders tight as she stared at armored Tauran, whose bronze abdominal armor shined bright.

"Urbus is cleared out," I nodded as I marched with my chest out, "The Tauran stand with me, therefore with you."

Eyes trailed to Illfang, who quivered behind my men. Looking straight ahead, my shoes stopped sharply, heel to heel as I would in parade march. Did I make the right choice?

Another Kobold raced down the mountain, his body maimed in ways no human could take, not without loss of mobility. My Tauran readied, expecting belligerence similar to the first member of his girth. Hands were raised this time, not a weapon held in them as [Lucernes] were pointed.

"Hold," I called, hands behind my back, "he's unarmed."

It stopped within several feet of us, collapsing with grief, shaking.

"Please," he shook on his knees, "don't kill kin, don't like chains on family."

It was Illfang, I had the king of that castle begging to me. His ilk stood behind me, but their ears remained perked like a dog's, for I had already informed them of my plan. Bending my knees slightly, I kept my gaze level to Illfang's.

"There won't be killing or chains," I said strongly, "do you surrender unconditionally?"

A general heat grew off everyone, their eyes casting hate to Illfang, who stood with his people behind me. A chill grew down my shoulders, a tree's root digging past my spine.

"Illfang is coming with me," I said, "the Kobolds shall reside under my control for a limited time. Until then, no act of violence or hostility shall be imparted on them."

A sharp rise in chatter reached my ears, eyebrows soft as they viewed my steed-men with fear, trailing back to me. Lips were bit, back steps taken as I searched their ranks.

"Where's Heathcliff?" I blinked.

Nobody spoke, almost nobody.

"You!"

A bright red glow grabbed my attention, a member of theirs emitting something from their hands. My knees bent, cold sweat budding from hairs as a bubble of familiar form flew towards me with a loud bang. A woman had rained fire on my position, prompting immediate action. Like an animal I jumped right, clawing dirt with shoes and fingers before rising, pointing and shouting in Taurec.

"Arrest her!"

Other members of her group approached with weapons, but fell away as mine stepped to meet them, scared by shows of force. Fire poured from her fingertips, immolating one of my faithful without a second's thought, forcing me to rush in myself, listening as my soldier screamed. Her hands were like volcanic rock, blackened crystal-like matrices covering up to her elbows. Sadly she summoned walls of flame, stopping my approach.

"You can't let him live!" she shouted, "he killed so many!"

I bit my inner lip, her words spreading throughout their ranks, my guards neighing angrily, thwarted by this magician's spells. As I cycled around, I readied my Zweihander. Conflict wasn't acceptable, I had to end it here. Her energy washed over the rest, Kobolds squealing behind my troops. Making a hard turn around her barrier of flame, I ducked, her hands pointed and glowing.

"Stop!"

A friend of hers stepped in, grabbing a hand and yanking her back.

"You're gonna get killed!"

"Get off me!" she shouted.

I shot up, [Siege Blade] raised.

"You can come willingly with," I breathed, "or without your arms."

A gasp swept through, murmurs about my call rippling as silence returned. My opponent froze herself, staring at me. She was a lean one, fairly tanned for a Japanese female. Her hands were what most intrigued me, I've seen those before, but never on a person.

"You will come with me," I pointed, "is that understood?"

Her hateful glare was tempered by lowered pole-arms, my people ready to break her to glass.

"Please sir," her friend said, "she didn't mean it!"

"Oh I'm sure," I nodded, "is that understood? Lower your hands, or lose 'em.

"Ugh," her hands dropped, "fine..."

Turning, I checked on my burnt soldier, examining his wounds. Poor thing, an entire section of his body took on a similar blackness to that woman's hands, leaving him sprawled and wheezing with pain. Frowning, I took a knee beside him.

"I don't know what I did wrong," he spoke in Taurec, "I'm sorry, Alltai. I should've moved."

I shook my head, motioning others to come treat him.

"I don't want to see you again until you're healed," I put a finger on his chest, "physically and spiritually, got me?"

"Yes, Alltai."

"Keep the faith, speak to me when you're ready."

I rose, walking back to face the assault team. First five minutes and I already had a fight, unbelievable. With my face hot with frustration, I turned north.

"Let's make this trip peaceful, shall we?"

Leading them north, I tried letting out steam. Was counting on this being quick, an easy matter of simply escorting everyone. While I spotted elves among them, I had already been informed of their status. Their presence would be minimal at best, preferable. Had a meeting with PoH to conduct, then meet with Asterius regarding our plan to push either north or west. Pondering to myself, one of my own servants matched my pace, speaking its native tongue.

"Alltai, these four hu-men wish to speak."

Glancing back, a squad looked with concern, confusion. Kibaou and Lind, Asuna and that one hot-head's friend.

"Go ahead," I softened my gaze, "let Asterius know we're coming."

"Yes, Alltai."

Both commanders surrounded me, looking down at me from their substantial height, voices hushed.

"Tell me," Lind said, "do you have any idea how many we've lost getting here?"

"No," I said sternly, "all I know, is there're at least a hundred souls braver than I."

"More like two," Kibaou said, "adding on another sixty, but who's counting, right? It's not like you've got the one responsible for doing that under your protection."

"Killing an enemy after they surrender is wrong."

"But killing messengers is?" Lind swooped in, "you're messed up, dude. Turning one of our guys psycho, keeping a [Floor Boss] alive."

"What Aigen did was disgusting. Messengers are non-combatants, just like Illfang."

"He...is a goddamn boss, you're putting that fake, respawning life over real ones."

"I'm setting a boundary," I raised a finger from a fist, "warriors do not willingly kill civilians."

"You need to look at it from our point of view."

"You," I turned, "can pound sand. Human or not, they surrendered."

"Fine, screw us right?"

I waved them off, both men leaving me in peace. A third continued following, ghosting me up until this point.

"I'm sorry about Aoki," he said, "she gets excited..."

"Where did she acquire that?" I said softly, "the sooner I get it, the quicker she goes free."

"I'm Teika, sir...and I'm sorry. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone, she's a good friend of mine."

I nodded, but kept walking. This Teika starkly contrasted his friend, tall, pale and lithe. Had a scratched up face too, like he's seen a couple of fights. If such was the case, I could see us chatting with good drinks.

"You're not putting her in a cell, are you?"

"She almost killed one of my guys," I cracked knuckles individually, "her release will be dependent on answering a few questions, and doing time."

Teika stayed quiet for a minute.

"Can I at least see her?"

"Of course."

If I let this Aoki go after hurting one of my Taurans, they'll feel unimportant. If I don't release her considering everything already happening, I look horrible to the people I intended to build up. Another set of feet stepped behind me as Teika parted, Asuna's hair in my peripherals.

"Speak."

"Where's Lis?"

Asuna's voice carried a coldness to it, though her topic disarmed my concern.

"What you said to her was so mean, who do you think you are?"

"Human," I stated, "Asuna, I'd be cautious speaking to me this way. I have a reputation to keep."

"What?" she leaned away.

"Once you're at Urbus, I won't have any say in what you or anyone else talks about. But for God's sake, don't force my hand."

"Okay, okay. May you please tell me where's Lis?"

"Urbus."

"Thank you."

Her gratitude was superficial, with a voice as dry as chalk, turning back towards Castle Diebry with quick feet. Alone to myself again, I watched Asuna leave.

"Nice to see you again," I frowned briefly, not allowing anyone behind me to see it.

Couldn't have asked for a warmer welcome, could I? Oh well, better wrangle my little "mascot", punk.

"Alban, where's our prisoner? The male."

My faithful Tauran brought Aigen forward, who quickly turned his head and spat. With how dreary this reunion evolved, an uncertainty lifted over me. Anger, indifference, disappointment, sadness?

"I'll pretend you didn't do that," I wiped it off.

"How about you release me?" Aigen chuckled, "I'll give you something to hide."

A surge of heat welled up in me. If I tore him to shreds right here, nobody would hold me back, I'd get to enjoy something today. Licking my canines behind tightly sealed lips, a pulse sent this thing, the dog back in its cage.

"You gonna keep killing Kobolds?"

"That's my plan," Aigen shrugged, "maybe not Illfang, but..."

My God, no wonder the rats ran for their lives, memory stemming from hours before flooding in.

"What?" Illfang blinked.

"I'm not taking slaves," I shook my head, "what I'd like though is a small exchange. Firstly, I promise to protect you and your flock."

"Oh thank you!" he rose, "tell me, what is your wish?"

"There're mines throughout the savanna, loaded with minerals. I'd like your people to help extract what you can. You will be paid and fed."

Illfang glanced around, though shielding his eyes from sunlight.

"A hundred days," I declared, "no more, no less."

"You were there when Yuse died," Aigen groaned, "why're you sparing these monsters?"

"I was," I spoke, "let go of your feelings, man. We have to be calm if we wanna make things better."

"Fuck you. You wiped your ass with everyone's bodies, so keep acting so smug."

Sighing I waved my soldiers to take him aside, my eyebrows furrowed. God, I had to take care of this thing, feed it and all. If I wanted my plan with Illfang to work, there was no way I'd let Aigen out. The dog in me wanted to beat him to a pulp where he stood, he twisted my whole philosophy to suit his narrative. Ugh, but if he followed it otherwise, what could I do to him? It was designed to run in any condition, no matter social or physical situation. Looking into a metaphoric mirror, I shrank inside. I taught him this, I had to correct it, but how?

Vast farms expanded out as we marched past the occasional tree, long stalks of blue my weapon of choice in creating this world. What flew out of the castle had me calculating, hostile aircraft, no doubt an air to ground system of a biological nature. I'd kill it soon, needed to engineer a solution.

Spirits lifted softly upon sight of Urbus, as did mine. Its high mountain walls, its open portcullis, its many squat bunkers screamed defense. Leading them inside, bright eyes faded, Urbus' floor flattened all around them, only pavement remaining besides a single blacksmith shop and a tall, broad storage bunker. A gale of cumulative disappointment pressed on my back, prompting me to turn to who were essentially my citizens.

"You'll find the building materials inside that storage facility. The lady over at the shop will help you repair or build anything you need. I will discuss rules tomorrow, welcome to the Protectorate."

I hated vagueness with a passion, it left people with too many variables, ripe ground for misunderstanding. Turning away, I hurried out to meet with Asterius, my Taurans following me out.

"Alright people!" Kibaou waved, "let's get to work, we've gotta help people get in here!"

Returning to golden fields, Alban returned to my side, my forces dragging Aigen and Aoki along.

"Alltai, you told me bringing your people would be a joyous occasion...what happened?"

"I messed up," I nodded, "got a lot of work to do if we're gonna make this work."

Nearly five hundred thousand, I had nearly half a million people sitting in my territory. Urbus couldn't contain this many, I had to make new [Town Halls].

Sun Dancer

Hours later - PoH

"You think they've got penguins in this game?" Johnny scoffed, following PoH west of Urbus, "Emperors, the big ones."

"I doubt it," PoH smiled softly, "there hasn't been much in the way of friendly mobs, like at all."

Passing a stone post, they veered around it by several meters.

"We could try taking an ostrich egg," Johnny grinned, "maybe tame it."

"Or it'll peck your nose off," PoH laughed.

A compound of wood fell into view as they bantered, a vertically fixed wall whose twelve foot logs ended with pointed tips. While a structure laid behind it, its construction greatly resembled an indoor amphitheater, rather than a home. Squinting at this, a corner of PoH's lip flexed, an eyebrow elevated.

This is a palace? Looks more like a barn, a really tall one. I switched out from my home of marble and stone for this?

Johnny giggled a little, smiling softly.

"Man your face," he nodded, "it's priceless right now."

"Well yea," PoH blinked, "I was expecting something grand, something eye-catching."

"I getchu," Johnny smiled, "dat guard doe."

A Kobold of gargantuan size stood beside a gate, a [Nagamaki] held in its right hand. Wearing a bowl shaped helmet, it looked down at both men with a snort, its eyes shielded from sunlight.

"You want?" it croaked.

Johnny gazed up at its familiar voice.

Jeez, Garr's got Illfang guarding his front door? Must be a sweet deal.

"Why don't you find an egg?"

Johnny looked at PoH, surprised by his immediate postulation.

"I'd rather not show all the cards in my hand. Besides, Bale's sure to come and try sweet-talking our little brute."

"True, keep me informed."

Simple, albeit thick wooden doors were guarded by armored Tauran. While they remained in position, discussion continued unabated, a casual demeanor overriding any martial sense about them. They opened the doors for PoH, a vast, expansive foyer in full display. While accentuated with vaulted ceilings, chairs occupied most of its setting, basic in their thin framing. Stretching out several meters, only a pair of Tauran and a man stood across, the latter of whom erected atop a stool, gazing down at a table clearly meant for his compatriots. His sheer musculature left PoH's eye twitching, its near inhuman bulk exceeding his peers. They spoke a language unknown to PoH, its guttural vocals leaving him cringing.

What're they even saying?

The door closed behind him, eyes turning calmly, the man of below average stature but insane physique stepping forward with open arms.

"There you are," Garr smiled, "was worried the news would've discouraged you," he nodded to both Tauran standing nearby, saying in Taurec as he shook PoH's hand, "Commander Asterius, Sage Lowyse, this is PoH."

Asterius' lips curved high, turning to PoH with his right hoof lifted to his left knee as he spoke effectively gibberish. A giant even among Tauran at eleven feet tall, Asterius possessed a youthfully clean complexion, unorthodox for a commander.

"He's glad you're here," Garr motioned, "wishing to be good friends for sun cycles to come."

"Sure," PoH bowed, "how about the other?"

Sage Lowyse merely bowed her snout, keeping otherwise quiet. Her hands resembled blackened stone, her body burnt throughout. Most curious, however, was a spray pattern of black marks on her torso. Random in location, they preoccupied spaces each no wider than an inch across. PoH bowed in reply, looking back to Garr.

How the hell'd he get all this done?

"Okay," Garr walked to his throne, "first thing's first, a room."

PoH watched as Garr sat on a chair indistinguishable from the rest, its thin construction no grander than simple sticks and a flat board.

This place's looking like a discount Ikea, sheesh.

"Sadly there's only three rooms. Had to cut corners, make sure the people at Urbus got enough wood to build."

"Oh good," PoH sighed in respite, "equally, right?"

"Not my job," Garr shrugged while leaning back.

PoH's head cranked back, a puzzled look urging clarification.

"I'm not telling them what to do, I'm just in charge of protecting them. I trust in them to handle most matters themselves," he leaned on an arm, "Asterius, when's the Rite of Grass?"

Asterius spoke, bowing his head.

"Sweet!" Garr rocked a little, glancing to PoH, "don't worry, I'll get a translator to teach you. You ready to see your room?"

PoH nodded hesitantly, mind buzzing with past conversation.

He's...not gonna at least check on them? People are stupid, they're gonna take advantage of each other so fast! I thought we were gonna direct stuff, not play janitor simulator!

Accepting Garr's motion left, they set for his new quarters.

"Do you have a plan for Starting Town?" PoH glanced nervously.

"Not yet, but you'll help me there. Believe me, I've...made a bit of a mess."

Sun Dancer

Wooden floors creaked softly, Lisbeth briskly adjusting everything in sight within her shop. From angles of furniture, to the various bronze weapons and armor decorating its walls and racks. Making last minute polishes, their bronze forms stood out sharply against pale stone walls. Turning a helmet gently, she hopped a little, her hoop skirt bobbing.

I'm so excited. Got my own business started, my friends are coming to stay, we can finally live somewhere safe!

Inspecting herself, Lisbeth's frilly [Maid Outfit] remained clean. Seeing her thigh's, however, left her pausing.

Wait, I don't wanna fix weapons in this! Mm, but I look pretty with this.

With a swipe through her interface, Lisbeth reverted to her heavier attire, brown clothes and a similarly colored apron. Checking curvature, a gentle smile grew.

I love you, I love you, don't get nervous.

Besides a simple desk of broad proportions, nothing of great substance resided past wooden racks. Nothing was wasted on appearance, sticking exclusively to function. Hearing great numbers of footsteps, she blushed before sliding behind her desk, putting up a soft smile as the door creaked open. With mild commotion her first visitors arrived, the ragged and the fatigued. She kept her price low, her anvil in a backroom, a doctor's office for weapons and armor. With a bright smile, she took every ordered item with care. Her boot clad feet rarely stopped, even during repairs.

[Great!]

[Perfect!]

[Good!]

Eleven out of twelve perfect hits? Come on, Rika!

In this backroom, a bin rested, its space crammed with surplus [Lucernes] and [Executioner Swords]. While perfectly fine, a minor error left them on a recycling row, to be reforged till perfection was reached. Sparks flew, her mallet dropping on weapons and armor, whether dented, cracked, or corroded.

Damn, these guys were dealing with acid, I recognize these marks, though not this deep.

Rows of storage cabinets surrounded Lis, each one organized according to contents, each stacked relative to function. Another door led further away from the front, a bedroom for six, albeit a bit compact. Due to a lack of glass in Urbus, however, no windows were made, leaving the space dark until such materials flowed in. Nonetheless, it was hers. [Arming Sword], [Spear], [Buckler], all passed through her doors, their vigor restored by heat and hammer. Upon returning them to their owners, Lisbeth caught on to a repetitive glint in their eyes, joyous to see their tools restored. Thank yous were easily exchanged, with Lis regularly bowing as they hurried out.

This feels right. I saw this face when fixing Asuna's weapons back then, made me forget about my habit a little. Maybe this is how I'll beat it, just gotta keep it away.

Filing through her orders, however, Lisbeth heard talk from outside.

"What a self-righteous asshole, saving Kobolds cause of a good heart. Who the hell does he think he is, sparing those dirty rats?"

"Bet he's had it cozy and soft this whole time, while we were fighting just to survive."

"Kibaou and Lind will deal with Garr, we can't let this stand."

Lisbeth paused at his name, her step lightening, a smile automatic. The context, however, left her awkward, lowering her mallet in thought.

Why're they so mad?

Stepping out, Lisbeth's smile dulled subtly, maintaining a bubbly disposition in front of her lines of customers. Laying out a freshly fixed [Cutlass], her brown eyes met another's, his flaming in frustration. This look was infrequent, but not uncommon among weary assault team personnel. This expression changed upon restoring equipment, but its memory lurked with her.

"Yo," one put an elbow on her desk, "you're not with him, are ya?"

"Uh, no. The guy's crazy, mate."

"Ah good," the man sighed, "in that case, you're alright."

The words left her mildly heated, but Lisbeth was no stranger to probing questions. Convinced of her allegiance, her questioner left behind an audience of happier individuals, but a gut-wrenched Lisbeth.

Gonna have to ask Garr what happened, cause this seems a bit too frequent to be simply him twisting panties under his treads.

Hours passed before a reprieve from consumers arrived, with Lisbeth leaning on her desk, mind wandering as she waited.

I've already made more today than I've ever had from quests, easily enough to afford windows...actual beds too. Man, why're my arms flopping like wet towels?

Her door opened with a soft whine, Lisbeth's left eye peeking over her forearm, brightening at a sight of ginger hair.

"Asuna?!"

She almost jumped, racing around her desk.

"Lis!" Asuna ran.

Nearly tackling each other, both hugged without restraint, their arms wrapped tight.

"Ugh, I missed you so much!" Asuna cried, "how're you?"

"G-Great!" Lisbeth nodded quickly, "I'm actually doing pretty good. It's been a long time, Asuny."

"I was so worried," Asuna released her, "being trapped with that awful guy for three weeks. How did you manage without killing him?"

Lisbeth blanked for a second, though kept a passive smile.

"It was...interesting," Lisbeth shrugged, trying to hide her joy.

Asuna hugged Lis again, rocking her gently.

"I'm so happy you're okay."

Asuna's new crew wandered in, Yuuki being first to venture inside a new space. With red eyes jumping from spot to spot, her smile grew at the sight of weapons.

Wow, it's bigger than I thought it'd be! Wait, phrasing!

A baggy eyed Leopon filed through as Yuuki raced to inspect products, her straight blonde hair tangled and messy. Upon seeing her, Lisbeth jumped like she had towards Asuna.

"Leopie!"

Leopon's grey-blue eyes flickered, barely alive as she turned to a tackling Lisbeth. Knocked onto her back, all she could emit was a groan, patting Lis on the back.

"H-Hey Lis."

"Oh sorry!" Lis helped her up, "I'm jumping all over, its been three weeks and-" she took a gander at Leopon's dirty appearance, "need a bath?"

"Oh god yes," Leopon woke.

"I'll take you somewhere later."

Leafa stepped in next, her bust catching Lisbeth's eye.

Shit, those are massive!

"Hang on," Lis whispered Leopon's ear, slinking off and walking to Leafa.

Her target remained clueless, staring at weapons guarded by system set property protections.

Wow...reminds me of those weapon shops at Renaissance Fairs. Course they were made of steel...

"Hi!" Lis sprang in front of Leafa, bowing her head.

"Hello," Leafa smiled, straightening herself and extending a hand.

Lisbeth watched with a slight head tilt.

So formal, just like Garr. This'll be fun.

Names were exchanged, with Lisbeth quickly directing Leafa around the shop's inventory. Wick and Recon slipped in last, Recon nodding his head upon seeing a plethora of tools.

"Lookin' solid," his eyebrows raised, "see Leafa's already making friends."

Wick watched Lisbeth with a captivating gaze, not at all dissuaded with Leafa standing right next to her.

So she's Lisbeth, wow. Cute and strong...thicker too.

Lisbeth motioned Leafa towards her rack of [Katana] type weapons, Yuuki sneaking with a sly grin.

This Lizzy's planning something, I can see it in her eyes!

"So Leafa," Lis placed hands behind her back, "mind if I ask what type of sword you use most? There're lots of kinds."

"Sure," Leafa nodded, "it's a bit complicated, but-"

Lisbeth's eyes again trailed down, Leafa's chest bursting out beneath her tunic.

You know what? Fuck it.

Her hands shot forward, fingers wide open as palms mashed against warm adipose. Leafa shrieked with an unforeseen pitch, hands raised with a face as red as chili peppers as Lisbeth proceeded to squeeze. Yuuki blushed, watching this affair with swollen eyes. Not only had Wick's eyes nearly detonated in viewing the event, but everyone else's. Lisbeth smiled softly, lowering her face like a bargaining devil as fingers pressed and turned.

"G-G-Get off!" Leafa squirmed, Lisbeth freeing her.

"Couldn't resist," Lis giggled, "should use those like maces."

Red-faced and babbling, Leafa hid behind Recon, who himself had to work just to contain a chuckle. Wick's fascination grew, watching Lis turn away with a devilish grin.

I think I'm in love...

Yuuki's grin grew, her eyes set on a similar target.

Oh it's on, we'll see who can prank hardest here!

"Anyway," Lis winked, "I'll show you the shared bedroom."

"Mm," Leafa grimaced, shivering as she was coaxed forward by Recon.

Seeing her tremble, Lisbeth's grin grew, turning away to mask it behind professionalism.

Can't wait to tell Garr about this!

"Can we hear your story too?" Yuuki slid up beside her, "it must've been exciting, being first to walk floor two!"

Lisbeth laughed dryly, nodding.

"It's a long story."

[Necromancy] is an art bestowed upon mortals by the mere presence of Cygoth, or at least that's what followers of the art say. Regardless of its origin, it is absolutely possible to raise large mobs of undead to do your bidding. This, however, takes time and preparation.

Depending on what you brought out from the grave, you will have to invest [Aethereal Nodes] to keep them in check. Trust me, the last thing you want is an [Alchemical Zombie] on the loose!

And no, [Zombies] don't die via headshot, interviewees have unanimously said so. You've been warned.

-PoH, How to Magic Intelligently. December 7th, 2022

A/N: Wanna make a new friend? Grope them, that's totally not wrong or indecent.

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