Dale, a seasoned adventurer known for his prowess with water magic and his cool demeanor, sliced through a horde of pesky forest imps with practiced ease. His clothes, splattered with grime, were quickly cleansed with a wave of his hand, water swirling around him in a miniature typhoon before evaporating into the afternoon sun.
It was a devil girl, barely taller than his knee, her single horn snapped in two. Dale’s hand instinctively went for his sword, but something in her wide, innocent eyes stopped him.
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