[ Somnus calls a blade forged of light to his side, allowing it to hover beside him. Without a word, he fires it towards one of the beasts, impaling it. For now, it is incapacitated-- and away from them. ]
Battle is our shortcut.
[ After collecting a few of the flowers from the ground, he begins to rush towards the castle-- or wherever there may be apothecary, or whoever or whatever may put them in the right direction to find what these flowers may do. ]
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Battle is our shortcut.
[ After collecting a few of the flowers from the ground, he begins to rush towards the castle-- or wherever there may be apothecary, or whoever or whatever may put them in the right direction to find what these flowers may do. ]