Checking everything again, Vylara ticked off her list as she went down each and every item. Though they could not take any food or the sorts (due to incompatibility issues with the host body and environment- no, I'm not kidding, some Collectors from the BOR have indeed perished after eating food they could not digest, and there is even a famous example where a Throxilian ate what was presumed to be an apple, only for it to explode into smithereens after 5 minutes!), they still managed to collect some souveniers from the very enthusiastic townsfolk, some of which were even rescued by them (though their gifts, on the other hand, were not of the PG version, lets keep this at it...).
"So, how many souls have we collected so far...?"
Offhandedly, Vylara remarked about their job. Though she was extremely busy in her job as a nanny to young Natsuki and rescuing the trapped on the battlefield, she did not neglect her job as a Collector from BOR. While she was busy, she was constantly in contact with Scaramond and Knoxis, trying to find out why they hadn't had great success in fixing the bug with their soulcators. Even during the burial ceremony, while she could not see the souls like the Reapers, she could still sense them to a vague extent (due to her... 'lineage'), and felt that instead of the souls ascending to the BOR for further processing, they instead, somehow, returned back to the planet.
I hope Scaramond finds what the fuck on Aeronia is going on soon...
Just as she was musing on the window, wondering where on Aeronia the tin-can was, she felt the top of the truck (now disguised as a very fancy carriage, to keep in touch with the medieval theme of the world) shake, as if a half-tonne metal-man draped as a makeshift cowboy showing off his useless brain, dropped itself from the sky. Grinning, she quickly leapt off from the hastily stopped vehicle, curious to know what the areshole found.
"Hey jackass, what took you so long!?"
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It had been over an hour since those two had left, and Guildmaster Thurin had never felt as much sadness as before, other than the time his wife was mauled into bits by a named Shadow Knight, had his two children turned into Shadow Ones (yes, that's the official name for the Shadow humanoids), his own dog shot by those noble kids from the capital (he did kill them in the end, one by one- Nobody messes with my dog and lives swith it! - Thurin 'John Wick' Dorsbod), etc.
Basically, as far as it can be called, his life has been a complete and utter shitshow
Yet Erudia seemed to have granted him some respite, for the introduction of Mikano and Duval seemed to have breathed life into his decrepit body. Now that they've left, what will-
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Every single being, from the people rebuilding the town, to the animals crawling the woods, even the water flowing down the creek, all froze...
Before turning into pixels and disappearing into wherever they may be, leaving nothing but an empty, white space