"Sigh…it's still not enough in the end, huh?" lamented a pale-gray-skinned bladeborn at the gates as he dissipated into red cubic particles.
But Daru couldn't care less about the Veshari novice who had just been killed by a Tahm Throssa.
He was happy that he was able to survive, thanks to the notifications in front of him:
[You have consumed a Level Grape!]
[Congratulations! You've leveled up to 36!]
Daru stopped, observing the leaving Grove Sentinels with a faint smile as he allocated his earned attribute points before proceeding on his way.
It was time to return to the Somber Swamp.
His disguise seemed to still be somewhat reliable, despite the mockeries he suffered.
So, Daru didn't take it off yet, traveling through four maps and passing the well-populated Haunting Mist Valley.
Four hours and a dozen mockeries later, he finally arrived, staring at the familiar swampwater.
It felt like home in this distant land of the Veshara continent.
With a faint smile, he entered.
