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@hound/Carrie

The old one that peered into Prad’s scent...surprisingly had little presence on the young man. Living like a possessed puppet for another old and ancient killer had hardened his sense of resignation. If he was to plug a great sword through him, Prad wasn’t going to beg or plead.

However, it was a bit of relief to see his specter gone, less he’d rebuke as violently as usual.

Hearing this Carric fellow boast his love of life had a sympathetic effect on the young man. Obviously, he was far from the only one robbed of freedom at any point.