As I sense the pain of another I quickly appear behind them, but sigh. They are not dying, they just cut their hand.. I am about to teleport to another, but to my sudden surprise you jump back with wide eyes, holding a damp cloth on your hand where you had cut. "Who are you? Where did you come from?" You ask in confusion. My brows furrow. How does this goblin see me, if they aren't dying? How do you see me? You are not dead. I stop floating, my bare feet touching the cold floor. (Continue)
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16/02/2025
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16/02/2025