One of the sailors suggested.
- To the gods? Of course, they often helped me! - although... I take a scroll and call upon Shalassa.
- Great goddess, the city of your faithful followers wants to be leveled to the ground. Will you deny them your help?
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Well, the town is saved, now all that's left is to "repair" the altar. Following the old plan, I get into the boat and sail to the island.
- You will tell me where this darkness is spreading from and how to stop it. Quickly. - I lightly run the blade of my katana across the vampire's throat, drawing blood. - Well?
At that very moment, the vampire barely dodges my katana. I kick him in the teeth, knocking out one fang, and he falls to the ground. I raise my sword to his throat.
- You will tell me where this darkness comes from and how to stop it. Quickly. - I lightly run the blade of my katana across the vampire's throat, drawing blood. - Well?
Your actions?
I turn towards the Lich. I dodge the second orb, jump, knock the staff out of the Lich's hand. He tries to kill me with a dagger, I dodge, grab the dagger, and stab him in the wrist. I ask the same question I asked the vampire, pressing the katana to his throat, or rather, to his cervical vertebrae. Meanwhile, the wound inflicted by the vampire has healed with demonic energy.
Are they all in on it? My disgruntled thoughts are interrupted by a dragon's tail, barely missing my head. Taking advantage of the moment, I grab onto the dragon's tail and jump onto its back. A few precise strikes with my katana, and the dragon's head turns into bone dust. I return to the ship to heal my wounds. This island will be more challenging than the others.
