It is nearly midnight and Mave and I are only the ones left here inside the tent, the rest started stretching and doing some warmups. It is finally happening. While wiping my wand, I can't help but wonder.
What are we fighting for? Are we just doing the metas a favor by replying to them by means of war? Because I find all this completely useless and I bet Circe won't be pleased if she heard all about this.
"Kens, don't wander too far from me. I can't protect you if you are away and also stay at my back," Mave reminded me while wiping the sharp of his sword.
You can clearly see your reflection if you use it as a mirror. It is one of the swords that the weredogs lent to him but it seems like he is already skilled when using one. His eyes scream, "It is been a while" while wiping it.
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