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Kishin, the lich with a masochistic streak, began his journey towards West Fiore, eager to relive the excitement of the tournament in Baska. He walked through the desolate lands, not showing any sign of fatigue despite the long journey. As he made his way towards Astera, Kishin took note of the barren landscape around him, the scorched earth and the wilted trees that had clearly suffered in the harsh sunlight. Some travel paths like this had become uncomfortable for the lich recently.
The journey through the desolate lands was long and grueling, but he pushed on with unwavering determination. He walked through the harsh sunlight, feeling the sun beating down on his bones and the dust kicking up with every step he took.
However, as he drew closer to the town, the barren landscape gave way to lush greenery and rolling hills. Kishin could see the town in the distance, a carpet of white buildings nestled between two shallow mountains. From afar, it looked perfectly uniform, but as he made his way into it, Kishin quickly discovered that every nook and cranny had something new to offer.
187 wc
The journey through the desolate lands was long and grueling, but he pushed on with unwavering determination. He walked through the harsh sunlight, feeling the sun beating down on his bones and the dust kicking up with every step he took.
However, as he drew closer to the town, the barren landscape gave way to lush greenery and rolling hills. Kishin could see the town in the distance, a carpet of white buildings nestled between two shallow mountains. From afar, it looked perfectly uniform, but as he made his way into it, Kishin quickly discovered that every nook and cranny had something new to offer.
187 wc
