220 Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty – Zone Montage #2 – Too Many Damn Zones 4yr

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Veis was looking a lot older in the eyes as she and the girls stumbled into the tent in the morning, and they all promptly fell asleep together without saying anything.

Briggs kicked back on the side of a hill, the vivic fires eating away at the remnants of the Gargovian nest also happening to make the sky blue and faintly sunny, a nice day. "He must have popped away at dawn," he observed to me.

"He did. And without dupes of Him here, shouldn't be coming back." There'd been literally hundreds of dupes of Him to kill, although they happily exhibited no teamwork, and didn't have the Health Qi of an actual demigod. Just big, strong, lots of claws, and inordinately tough. Wolfpack them and they went down pretty easy. "She probably made a dupe of Him every time He died, and He was drawn back here by them after every real hunt, until the true Dusk in the outside came to steal Him away for a Hunt. Really, getting brought back over and over to kill gargovian dupes of Himself and his dogs, for who knows how many times?"

"Well, not evolving and adapting to the times is a bitch. Hopefully His Favored Enemy Slayer/Aberrations is up nicely, or at least he got Foe Hunter out of all t