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The fragmented sunset squeezed out its last ray of light, illuminating the rugged mountain path.
Blom lay feebly on horseback, his spirit diminished.
His armor was already battered and blood-stained, followed by only four remaining Guards.
The retreat was not smooth, with that Vajra leading the lizard monsters in a frenzied chase.
Blom had been injured by the lizard monster during the skirmish with Vajra, his back already a mass of mangled flesh.
If it weren't for the eleven Guards sacrificing their lives to hold off the enemies, Blom would probably have died right there.
"My Lord, we're almost at Chaotic Stone Village, hang in there."
The Captain of the Guard looked at Blom with concern, loudly encouraging him.
"I'm fine."
Blom replied weakly, his words tinged with despondence,
"Compared to the lives that Langer and the others sacrificed, this injury is nothing..."
Blom's voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of forlorn,
