On the fringes of the Dark Plain, in front of the long-dead ancient tree, stood two silhouettes. Amanda had mostly recovered her strength, still draped in her vibrant red cloak, her back bearing the exaggeration of an axe and a double-barreled shotgun powerful enough to shatter the skull of any monster.
At the same time, she also clenched a gray-white, eerie mask in her hands.
On her cool, youthful face, a hint of conflict and concern appeared as she turned to look at Tang Qi, hesitating to say, "Why not let me be...?"
Amanda was cut off before she could finish by Tang Qi shaking his head in refusal.
He could sense Amanda's worry, and he also understood that this young girl probably saw him as the only hope for saving this world.
Hmm? It feels like I've become the sole hope of the village.
