Soft Impulse (5) Kiaaaaa— The shrieks of the wandering banshees echoed from all directions. The spirits that had gathered here, even after losing their target, lingered below the party, refusing to leave. [If only I could bring my beloved weapon from my world here…] Hatasu Titi, wrapped in Gurup’s tentacles along with his shield, lamented. He seemed to have a...
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