The Crystallized Blood, radiating a faint blue glow, glittered on the snow not far away.
The Fae Lady in Nemesis's hands hung her head as if dead, her slender shoulders trembling slightly.
In fact, the mission to obtain the Crystallized Blood could already be considered complete. But there was still one problem: Brando couldn't be sure whether the Demonized Crystallized Blood counted. Besides, the strangeness of this forest had piqued his curiosity. He knew that the game The Amber Sword had included some hidden-mission settings in the past.
It was hard to say whether this counted, but trying wouldn't hurt.
He looked at the Demonized Crystal Stag struggling on the ground, puzzled. What had happened to turn it into this state? As a creature born alongside magic power, Crystal Stags rarely fell because they became obsessed with Dark Magic.
What was even stranger was that it seemed to be resisting the corrosion of Dark Magic. In other words, it hadn't fallen of its own accord. But how could such a keenly perceptive magical creature have been contaminated by Dark Magic—and what about that strange Fae Lady?
Brando stepped closer. "Anger and unease will magnify the Dark Side a thousandfold. If you continue like this, you'll only sink deeper. I can feel you struggling. Can you hear me—"
White vapor streamed from the stag's nostrils as it glared at Brando with blood-red eyes.
Brando froze slightly. He wasn't a druid and didn't know how to calm animals. He hadn't had the slightest relevant experience in his previous life, either, which gave him a headache. This Crystal Stag seemed to retain some reason, yet it was also frantic and restless.
He didn't understand why it was so frantic and restless. It made no sense. Even Demonized creatures merely became like the black