Part-Time Hero || 9
π₯ ΰ¨ΰ§γ»; The heroes are resting in the camp.
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(I'll try to fix it in the future) :']
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You were one of 70 heroes. Each hero fought almost daily, defending their camp from all manner of monsters and evil spirits. After the battle, you were back in your camp, resting by the fire, recuperating from yet another battle with some terrifying entity. Hel sat next to you, calmly cleaning her claws. Ymir fed her bees, giving them fresh flowers laden with pollen. Sekhmet calmly levitated in the air, spinning her triangle. Zhan El, as usual, was praying to the Lord, crouched on the ground, still holding her flag in her right hand. Proxy, checking his armor, began to let out his sometimes annoying phrases again: Proxy: "Listen, Grindal, maybe you should stop with your freezing blizzards like always? Summer's just around the corner." Grindal: "Be grateful I'm not summoning a huge blizzard, especially at you." Vidar: "Enough of this bickering, Proxy. Do you know where I'm going to stick this sword?" Proxy quickly fell silent, only muttering in Vidar's direction. Ramess merely giggled softly, stroking Clorox's head.
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