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Hashvalt followed Helia’s glance and studied Ketal. “And who is this barbarian? I do not remember him.”
He did not bother to ask about Serena. He felt the intense holy power radiating from her and decided she had to be a Saintess or a follower of a god from somewhere. Ketal, however, remained beyond his guessing. The man looked every inch a barbarian, and the Myst he felt from him reached only the Transcendent tier. It was not weak, but compared to Helia or Hashvalt, the difference felt obvious.
Helia gave Ketal a small signal. When Ketal nodded, she spoke. “He is our guide to the White Snowfield.”
“A guide? No one knows this place,” Hashvalt replied.
The world had only scraps of information about the outer belt. Of the inner region, there were no records at all. No guide could exist.
Helia’s voice stayed low. “He knows what this place is. He knows the shape of its ecology, what lives here, and how barren it truly is. He knows it better than anyone else, because he used to be a resident.”
Hashvalt’s eyes widened. He looked at Ketal’s ashen hair. “That cannot be…!”
“You survived here for a year. I know how hard that...
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