Reon found a safe place, positioning Cloudia and Little Tiger to guard him. Without hesitation, he retrieved two Grade-1 Healing Pills and swallowed them, feeling the medicinal energy quickly spread through his body, mending his wounds.
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Veilwood Valley – The Whispering Grove
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A dense, otherworldly valley stretched across the whispering grove, bathed in an eerie twilight. Silver-barked trees stood tall, their mist-laced canopies filtering sunlight into a ghostly glow.
In the midst of this mystical valley, a lone figure stood motionless.
His sharp, hawk-like gaze swept across his surroundings. His posture was calm—yet every fiber of his being was poised for action.
Rustle!
SWOOSH!
Suddenly, a vine, thick as a small serpent, lashed out from the undergrowth, aiming straight for his back.
But the young man's reaction was instantaneous.
With a swift pivot, his sword flashed through the air in a clean, decisive arc—
SLASH!