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Three adventurers had come out to the dangerous Hades Border to find some Darkiods: precious and normally rare ores which were made from rocks and minerals absorbing curse energy and magic power in an absurd amount of time.
Their distance from the nearby city was about 4 miles.
Ordinarily, it should be in the region of 2 miles—for safety reasons—but these three folks decided to be bold: the deeper into Hades Border, the surer you are you'll find Darkiods.
"Iyaaa," one of them, with a small ponytail, stretched, "I'm already this tired and we've not seen even some shards of Darkiods."
"The patient dog ear the fattest meat, I hear," a round-faced chubby man announced, "Nothing good comes easy, too. I assure you, when we find the ore, we'll forget all about the struggles we had."
"Yeah, like we'll forget about the Spider Devil who robbed us some days ago," a blonde woman with a staff pouted. "We were lucky she wasn't hungry!"
