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"Shut up already, this is getting tiring," Aether said, wiping the blood from his face.
Lying down near the dead bodies of another gang of bandits, he couldn't help but feel tired. This place was hell; the number of bandits in this place was actually exaggerated, and he wasn't. He hadn't seen that many before, so this was probably why. They all reigned here, in the Lowlands.
"But damn, is it annoying, and the worst part is that they don't even have anything on them." He said, poking out of their dead bodies with Voidpiercer, before letting the blade retreat back into his arm.
Looking at the compass, he was still going in the right direction; nothing had changed, which probably meant that he was still far from the shard. It made him wonder just how big this place was... and how one got to the Highlands, since if he had to say, it was probably where the shard resided, if he had to guess.
