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“The log says my survival chance is now 14%.”

Iona gave herself a pep talk. It was terrible. The blade dimmed. The hermit of Echo Pass required a Sunset Orchid, which grew only on the lip of a waterfall that fell upward into a floating island. Iona climbed for two days, nearly fell to her death three times, and finally plucked the flower while screaming apologies at a nesting griffin. The hermit—a wizened woman who smelled of old cheese and bad decisions—took one look at Iona, laughed, and gave her the map. rpg maker mv quest log

“Four percent is still a percent,” she said. And she walked through the Shadow like it was mist. The Fractured Prince sat on a throne of broken mirrors, each shard reflecting a different version of himself—prince, martyr, monster, child. He was beautiful and hollow, his chest open like a cabinet, a shard of black glass where his heart should have been. “The log says my survival chance is now 14%

Iona looked at her quest log. It had fallen open to the first page. The hermit of Echo Pass required a Sunset

“The log says my survival chance is now 14%.”

Iona gave herself a pep talk. It was terrible. The blade dimmed. The hermit of Echo Pass required a Sunset Orchid, which grew only on the lip of a waterfall that fell upward into a floating island. Iona climbed for two days, nearly fell to her death three times, and finally plucked the flower while screaming apologies at a nesting griffin. The hermit—a wizened woman who smelled of old cheese and bad decisions—took one look at Iona, laughed, and gave her the map.

“Four percent is still a percent,” she said. And she walked through the Shadow like it was mist. The Fractured Prince sat on a throne of broken mirrors, each shard reflecting a different version of himself—prince, martyr, monster, child. He was beautiful and hollow, his chest open like a cabinet, a shard of black glass where his heart should have been.

Iona looked at her quest log. It had fallen open to the first page.