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Last of the Shadow Foxes: 12 Departed
Emerson choked and coughed up blood violently as he burst into consciousness. Immediately he felt hands holding down his spasming body. He was not lying on the road anymore, rather, in a small clearing in the woods. It was dawn, a clear sky blue. The rogue appeared over him again.
Thank the Dark Lord youre alive, I thought that cleric killed you. He smiled, wiping the blood from Emersons face.
Nezumi, Vincenzo, Yan Hang, over here now! The rogue shouted, loud enough for the people to hear but soft enough not to harm Emerson. Shortly after, a bandit, fire/poison and the cleric were hovering over him. The cleric grinned sheepishly.
Sorry about that, if I healed any slower, you would have definitely died. He explained, ruffling his hair.
So true Yan Hang. The bandit muttered, helping Emerson sit up. The assassin nodded his gratitude and coughed some more. The bandit produced a bottle of pure water from his clothes and offered it to Emerson. The assassin took a deep swig. read more