In this complex and eerie valley, 042 finally uncovered traces of clues, while 016 and 011 vigilantly guarded the surroundings. They did not fear enemies, only worried about being unable to protect this man in a chaotic battle, as he was currently the sole individual they could communicate with.
The lone sanity in this mad valley.
042 took out a vial of potion from his pouch, which might help this dying man.
Perhaps due to previous immense suffering, the man offered no resistance to 042's violent injection, lying on the ground like a corpse, only his slightly heaving chest signaled that he had not yet passed away.
Time slowly passed, the potion took effect, and the man's breathing intensified, greatly improving his condition, his muddled and collapsing gaze fixed on the cold demon hunters.
"Who...who are you?"
His voice was filled with fear.
042 was clad in armor, flames flickered under the pitch-black face mask, providing only unknown terror in this oppressive environment.
