“Next time you should have just died a lot faster. It would have made my day a lot less sweaty.” Not that Salem cared much. He was merely complaining. He could easily waste mana to clean himself. It was just an annoyance when lesser creatures came at him. He was in a haughty mood and could be called moody at the moment.
Taking care of the area and the mess Salem was pretty much set to go deeper. He felt something in the deep green that was calling to him. It was the main reason he was around truth be told.
WC: 162