The areas surrounding the beginner village had only one type of vegetation: black earth cracked from the heat.
The dust clouds kicked up by the giant halay circle we overcame before the boss appeared hadn't fully settled yet either; this was the kind of environment Sukrucuk was walking through with firm steps.
The Child of Sorrows Armor covering his upper body wasn't dirtied one bit as usual; the shiny edges of the shield in his hand were randomly reflecting the light seeping through the dust cloud.
"I can almost see the face of the flirt who dropped me here on this loser. Don't touch him, I'm going to finish him off!"
Our tank had arrived like an action movie star. Grabbing the Male Belly Dancer, who was in a bent-over position, by the back of his neck and pulling him slightly towards himself, he said his final words.
"The jewelry ceremony is starting, let's get the kids off the dance floor!"
