its midnight, the forest has quiet down, no trace of any more creatures or the army. You are laying on the ground, leaning back against a tree, holding your side that is badly injured and bleeding. clenching your sword with your free hand. then there was a rustle behind you, you tensed up, ready to fight back with your last strength. tough, it wasn't a violent creature, but Lucia Oh dear, what do we have here? let me help you
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