In the mountainous regions leading up to the Ysh-Natul dungeon, a man ran unopposed. Jumping over ravines, fixing passages, or climbing up vertical slopes, nothing was impossible for him. And should any monster dare to bar his way, it paid for the mistake in blood.
Hovering beside the man was a beautiful ghost carrying a sniper rifle. She too fought and traveled. But unlike the man who focused on the journey, she was more focused on teasing him and enjoying his reactions.
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"So, my Tyrant, are you part of the boobs faction or the butt faction?" she giggled.
"What kind of question is that?"
Like a mischievous imp, Bianca snickered as she circled around Elian. Here in the vast wilderness, there was hardly any entertainment. But neither Bianca nor Elian felt bored, since to them it felt like a date.
