Griefer x 1x4

A considerable amount of time passed after the player collected all the swords for Shedletsky, and it turned out that this was all Telamon's plan to control all the lands. The player succumbed to hatred and disappeared after this incident; no one knew where he was or what had become of him. Only Griefer continued to search for his taciturn, taciturn friend wherever he could.

Walking through Telamon's domain, the boy once again noticed a strange glow in the distance and checked it out. For some reason, Griefer was immediately overcome by a wave of animal fear; his heart echoed loudly in his ears, and his legs felt like lead. He merely swallowed and continued slowly approaching the bushes. Drawing his claw hammer, he prepared to fight whoever came, but stopped at the last moment. Before him stood a rather tall man with long white hair tied in a ponytail, his skin blackened by the influence of hatred, and one eye glowing like a red star. His black cloak revealed his green torso, through which black ribs shone. His bony tail thrashed nervously against the ground, betraying his tension. The stranger held two acid-colored swords in his hands.

— ...Player?

Griefer whispered the words under his breath. Why did he think this man was his long-lost friend? The ivy brooch on his cloak said so.

— What happened to you?

The player turned his head towards the guy and he spoke in a voice distorted by interference.

— I... am no longer a Player. My name is X.