"We still need to constantly focus on purification, otherwise just piling things up there is a source of pollution, and who knows what kind of ghostly things might breed?"
"At least... we've fucking survived."
The Night Watcher Warriors leaned heavily back, their gaze vacant, staring at the sky tainted an ominous dark purple-red hue, as if the twisted colors themselves were wounded.
"Did you see how the Master of Ripping fled at the end? Ha! A so-called God, after Lord Kana twisted his arm, ran away more miserably than a Magma Dog with its tail stepped on!
"Beautifully done! Just for that thrill, I'd go through this scene again today and still accept it!" He panted, trying to move his injured right hand but tugged at the wound, grimacing and hissing in pain.
"Tss... though the cost was indeed harsh. Quite a few brothers went down, the walls are like sieves... not to mention this messed up territory."
