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In another unnamed location, three individuals were carrying out some mysterious mission — the Knights of Immortality, the Night Sky, and Progress.
"I wonder how Lord Stratos is doing? Aah, I'm so worried!" — The girl, whose limbs and one eye apparently originally belonged to other people, was visibly agitated — pacing back and forth, clutching her head, almost tearing her hair out, nervously rubbing her palms, biting her nails. "How is he in that den of scoundrels? Has anyone hurt him? You can't expect anything else from that bunch of lowlifes... Poor thing, how I wish I were by his side right now, protecting him from that swarm of insects..."
"Ha. You think your care will melt his icy heart and make him want to use your rotten a..."
A rock thrown by the girl flew at the dragon-man, easily shattered by him, but the primary goal was achieved — he couldn't finish his vulgar phrase.
"Calm down, both of you." — The third voice belonged to the youngest of the trio. "Catastrophes at such events only happen in books; by all laws of the cosmos, this will be just an ordinary, boring day."
"If only..." — The girl didn't stop worrying but tried to pretend she did. "I hope that Revnland creature doesn't lay its claws on him... Otherwise, I'll..." — Seeing a praying mantis walking on the ground, she stomped on it with all her might. "I'll leave no trace of her..."