A low groan escaped my lips. A dull ache throbbed in every muscle, a testament to the skeletal remains littered around where I lay on the forest floor.
It had been a difficult fight. Close-quarters combat wasn’t my strong suit, but I hadn’t wanted to waste precious bullets on mere skeletons. Instead, I’d transformed Sin-mul into a simple club. Now that the ginseng’s potent effects had worn off, the boldness of that decision felt like madness.
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