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Lerad Frost sits down on a chair.
“Insulting me for no reason is the only thing you’re capable of, you pervert?” asked the first sage sarcastically. “That’s not much. Stop it!”
Warrior-Scholar 1 knocks Sarabas unconscious with a blow to the head.
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After an unknown amount of time, Sarabas comes to. Or does he? His memories are hazy. And if he has any memories at all? All he remembers is that he loves foxes. And that Lerad Frost is a loser. The body is intangible... oh, wait. There is no body! Rather, only bones remain. No pain, no sensations, no penis. Nothing. Only a skeleton and death energy flowing through the bones. But where is he?
“You have revived. And even retained one-tenth of your personality. I didn't expect such stubbornness from you,” an unfamiliar female voice sounds somewhere nearby.