"Looks like my time is up. But I can tell you this—don't get cut by his sword, not even a little," Elimme said before her figure began to fade.
"Wait!"
She vanished.
Daniel immediately clasped his hands and prayed before the statue. "Queen Elimme."
But she didn't appear.
''What kind of information is that? A blind man with a sword I can't even get cut by? Sounds interesting,' he thought, glancing at the map.
Gripping his axe tightly, he headed north. The journey was long, yet strangely he felt neither hunger nor thirst. He couldn't think of any logical reason why.
Midway, he encountered numerous wild animals. He avoided the packs, but for the rest, he honed his skills. Bolt after bolt, he unleashed his attacks — chugging mana potions and cleaving heads with his battle axe.
*CHOP!*
"Smoke? That must be another merchant," he murmured, lifting Jaboaron's head.
Daniel stepped forward and tossed the head before the merchant.
*THUD-THUD-THUD*
