Ment
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Cosmos: +50% to Might, +50% to Willpower.
Erephir, gazing into the void while sitting on a couch in the hall, noticed the footsteps and the retreating back of Nysho. No, people after a terrible and shameful death couldn't sincerely cry their eyes out; that was clear...
More precisely, there was a small chance. A small one. Which couldn't be ignored, violating the hospitality towards the summoned one. But in general, Erephir felt that the whole city was rolling down a hill into a deep pit. The more people went crazy in it, the more victims there were, about whom they would then blab everywhere. They would blab about the victims – even more crazy people, even more victims. Princess Naria clearly wanted the best, using her powers to summon servants from other worlds, but did she control the process sufficiently? It seemed that she had truly succeeded only with this incredible Ayko, whom the redhead was still a little envious of.
Erephir was definitely not being looked at with the right gaze: Beata and Gion demonstrated everything clearly today, essentially accusing her of Raphael's death due to his own, Raphael's, carelessness. Although they were largely right. Not one hundred percent, but right.
The girl stretched her muscles, once again checking her condition. And yet, it wasn't like before. It seemed that everything was in order, but as if the very fact of being in another world had made her body different, slightly unfamiliar. Perhaps even a little weaker, although this could be corrected.
Okay. She needed to distract herself. Erephir, remembering the tasks of the worker's guild, went to Bazhena's address, where she needed to forge a spear.