However, Lance's attention was already focused on her. Before she could succeed, his greatsword fell, severing her head. The mushrooms on her body withered as if they had lost their nourishment.
Lance slew the formidable enemy without any joy. Instead, he furrowed his brow, pondering her dying words.
Who are "they"? Where are they headed? What do they want to do? Lance was certain this was related to the corruption of these wilderness areas.
From discovering the parasites and launching an investigation to finding mature parasites and the corruption rituals...
After sorting through all the information at hand, Lance suddenly realized something.
Damn it! It was the old scoundrel's feint! I've been lured out; Hamlet is in danger...
