Another stormy evening. Great. That was what the kajol thought as his pursuers chased after him, having acquired the strange box successfully, the only information remaining was to protect it and the contents that he desired to know but at the same time knew that he should not tamper to open it.

It was just another mission, another adventure. He had said that so optimistically, and often knew they could turn dangerous, even deadly, but despite still being a good distance from the place he tucked his sword and pack away, he decided it was better to stand his ground now.

The demons were closing in.

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