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  The walls of the town were behind them, the bodies of towering trees sprawled ahead of them. Calvaria looked out at the forest of trees as she sat in the carriage. It was rather gorgeous, pinly speaking. The way the wind swayed them. She understood why Blue Pnet was invested in them now.

  The sound of the horse’s hooves clopping on the ground brought forth a part of her mind that reminded her of her own life before being pulled away from it. this thought broke her from here revere, and she looked around the area again, searching for foes.

  Of course she didn’t need to do this. Yet when you aren’t the one walking, but have still been paid to keep watch over a person you need to make yourself look busy. Calvaria had learned that way back into her own past when she was still male and human.

  Her mind came to a screeching halt at that. She had just noticed how fast it had happened. Her views on her own humanity. She didn’t really have any, she didn’t care that she wasn’t human anymore.

  That wasn’t what was bothering her, what was bothering her was the fact that she felt the need to do what she was currently pnning on doing. Becoming a goddess of death and Armageddon.

  It didn’t really bother her at all though. After all, she was an undead overlord with levels in world disaster. Why wouldn’t that affect her mind and how she saw herself? It was strange to think otherwise. After all, if she didn’t have any racial levels, she doubted that she would be considered an overlord.

  She looked around the area, noticing how the others had positioned themselves. She herself was on the carriage pulled by an old mule that the Bareare family owned. The two people behind the carriage were Anna and Nabe.

  To the left of the carriage was Lukrut and Peter. They watched ever vigint for any enemies about to attack. Of course, a near infinite number of things could kill or sneak past them, yet it didn’t really matter all too much. Because she was here, she could see anything that snuck past them. To the right of the carriage was Dyne and Ninya. The young magic caster and the older druid making a decent team on that side.

  She looked down after a thought or two of them going up against the powers of the tomb, and chuckled at how badly they may or may not do.

  She then saw something in the woods, a couple somethings actually. Of course, it was too far away for a normal warrior to see, yet she saw them. A group of goblins and ogres. She pretended not to see them, after all she was but a mere warrior and they were over a hundred meters away.

  As they came closer to the edge of the forest, they apparently saw what they were looking for, and rushed forward. It was at this time, that the only person that was a part of the Sword of Darkness spotted them. The entire party of Darkness had at least the barest idea that they were there. Yet only one member of the other team had an idea of their local.

  “Watch out, ogres and onions- I mean ogres and goblins approaching from the left!” Lukrut said, nearly messing up to bring a reference into this world.

  Calvaria raised a brow at his words, yet slid her rear end of the edge of the carriage and walked softly to the area where the enemies were running from. The others seemed to find this strange, yet didn’t comment on it, as they themselves were prepping for battle.

  “What’s the pn guys?” Dyne asked, and Lukrut answered him as he prepped his bow.

  “Pull the head from the turtle and cut it off!” he shouted as he aimed his bow without pulling it back yet.

  “A sound strategy, it has it’s fws though,” Dyne countered, yet got a rebuttal from Peter.

  “It works most of the time, so let’s use it now,” Peter said and Dyne agreed to that.

  Calvaria looked on at them as Nabe and Anna walked forward to her sides, Anna pulling out her simple war axe, and Nabe prepping a spell of her own. As a group of around six goblins walked forward, Calvaria pulled her two renaissance-era longswords from her perfect hips.

  As they caught the light, blue and orange light glinted off of their folded metal faces. They were beautiful. Pure and simple. They were also useless, or rather uselessly powerless. At least, in comparison to her normal gear.

  The others seemed to see them as something more though.

  “Those are some stunning bdes, dy Calvaria,” Dyne spoke up, and Calvaria smile in his direction, no that he could see it as she had on her helm.

  She then turned back to the demi-humans and spoke. Her two companions listing to her as if her own words were gospel. This had weirded her out before, but feeling their devotion filled gazes on her while people were looking just filled her with satisfaction. It was like her pn was already starting to work.

  “Pin their movement in pce, I shall then cut them down,” she stated, and her two fighting companions got to work.

  Nabe started this off with a simple, “Chain lightning,” and the enemies rushing forward on the left were skewed by a bolt of lightning. Three goblins and one ogre were cut down.

  This caused the demi humans that were running at them to decide that they were better off running. They bolted to the right of them and tried to turn to the woods from whence they came.

  Yet, Anna had rushed forward faster than anyone could see, a byproduct of her not fully realizing how much to hold back, and cut down the st three goblins that had attacked the three women in one solid ssh form her hand axe.

  The two st ogre standing looked away from the path that they were taking in fright, to see where the st one of their quarry was. They spotted Calvaria was too te. As she had rushed forth and cut one down with a spin and a uppercut ssh from her longsword. From hip to shoulder, the ogre was cut down and fell away in two halves.

  Then, she took another step, she cut down the st ogre with a swing from the top. The ogre’s left and right halves falling away from each other. The other party simply looked on with awe and newly found respect.

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  Nfirea Bareare was thinking to himself as they rambled down the road. The sky was darkening, and he could help but peer longing at the sunset. It was beautiful, the sunset that was.

  The adventurer party of three beautiful women just made him long to be in the presence of his childhood friend, Enri Emmot. Sure, they were pretty, but they couldn’t compare to his friend and longtime crush.

  He was pulled from his thoughts as he spotted the small river that lined a certain part of the road, and he turned to the leader of the party Darkness, and spoke.

  “It’s getting dark, since we’re near the river we’ll want to stop here for the night,” he told the adventurer his pn, and she nodded her head.

  “I concur, I’ll get my party to set up for the night,” she said and slid off the end of the carriage as he halted the mule.

  As he untched the mule from the carriage and pulled them over to the river to let them have a drink, he couldn’t help but overhear the conversation that the Swords of Darkness were having.

  “They are all really strong, like, I don’t think they should be copper ranked at all,” Lukrut said as he filled a bucket of water to the brim.

  “I agree with that idea, they are just wat too strong for that rank,” Peter agreed with him, “they must have just started on their career,” he then hypothesized.

  Lukrut nodded his head, and then looked over to the young man that was listening in on their conversation. He then smiled as the young d locked eyes with him for a split second and flinched, jumping a little bit as he spilled the water from his canteen that he was filling as he was feeding the horse.

  “What do you think, mister Bareare?” he asked, and the boy looked on at him and scratched the back of his head bashfully.

  “Well, I don’t know anything about how adventurers work other than what the ranks are called, but I was thinking about the spell that miss Nabe used,” he said, turning serious, “that was a third-tier spell. I know she said she was a third tier magic caster, yet seeing her use a spell other than what I had expected was a bit of a shock.”

  “What spell did you expect?” peter asked.

  “Just a simple, “lightning bolt,” spell. Yet she used a more complicated and taxing, “Chain lightning,” spell. It just means that she is probably a lot more powerful than what one could expect,” he expined, and the other two nodded their heads.

  Sure, they had a talented magic caster on their team, yet they themselves had never delved into the world of magic and such. So this information was rather enlightening to them, in all honesty.

  “That just means I have to try harder to impress her!” Lukrut said with stars in his eyes after thinking about Nabe, the woman he was gunning for; Peter just sighed and flicked his friend’s forehead.

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