(God dammit… This dungeon's difficulty level…. It was the highest yet!) – thought GreyHunt.
(And the hell was that anyway!?)
(He was clearly agility type! So how the hell he took so many hits that would destroy several massive dragons over and over again!?)
(It didn't looked like he was healing or anything like that… That means his sheer HP pool was monstrous like!)
(And the hell was that with a scream thing!?)
(He used it twice in the row, straight up destroying all the skills near him!)
(Why didn't he used it…. Does it only work on spell types and he has limited charges?)
(It would explain why it didn't…. Still, that was a straight up bullshit.)
(It canceled two ultimate skills at once? And not some half assed ones either, but two of the strongest ones we had…. Fuck me.)
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"…"
(The noises… They are gone.) – thought GreyHunt as he could no longer hear the screams, the lies, the deceit that was raging in his head. Once again, GreyHunt's thoughts were his alone.
