There wasn't much time for idle chit-chat as the sanity-deprived adventurer was back to his feet with a vengeance. Joyful laughter haunted the cavern, as the renowned outlaw flipped his sword in a dancing manner.
While Redrum stood in front of him, ready to shield the archer, Otto breathed in curiously, finding the air somehow clearer in the dusty, isolated cave. He put his hand on his chest, feeling his chest take in more oxygen.
'I felt it, right before he was about to split me in half…The wind changed. Could it be that…? No, I lost it, didn't I? The Favor of Sylph…' Otto questioned.
The cursed adventurer set one stride forward, igniting in a passionate march straight towards the elf. Like a ravenous beast, Thros erupted with his blade in tow—
"Hrgh!" Redrum gritted his teeth, placing himself in the mad one's path.
"Outta the way, meat!" Thros shouted, swiping his blade.
