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"You pull the knife out, you will bleed to death.
First aid in hospital will make you survive.
Don't you ever chase me again. No more mercy."
I called Lienna, daughter of Helgunn, a sea cucumber.
She didn't like it.
I thought it was witty.
My master has told me that if you see the weapon,
you can also see the path that its wielder has walked all along.
Let me introduce the new product of Burning Dew Workshop.
The authority of wizards and gods.
It will be given to you too!
If you cut one of your arms off!
Replace the runestones, and experience the various types of magic and the pleasure of slaughter!
The Order of White Shell has sworn to dedicate their life to the Queen of the Pale Hill.
Sky is not allowed for us.
But our wings have become the swords, purer than any dews in the dawn, to slay the enemies of the Queen.
Elves. Men called them gods in the ancient times,
For they were strongest and wisest people of all
and no weapons in the material realm could harm them.
Elves who knew the true power of gods were not pleased by our worship.
The Magician Beyond.
We never speak of his real name.
The name that never exists,
lying around behind the veil of existence.
Three centuries ago, he appeared in our world,
When Czemani novelist thought of his name.
The chance of impossibility had borne him.
One of the Great 108 Relics, the Barren Pipe.
The spirit of the sun-licking snake, Nagual, is dwelling inside. It flies and bites souls off when you swing the pole to the enemy.
The natives of the Southern Sun call that skill 'Kachual', the death poison.