“Let’s save them. We can always just use a [Gate] to send them to Belfast or Mismede, that way we won’t compromise the garden.” Still, I was unsure how to make contact without freaking them out. Just appearing before them
through a portal of light wouldn’t really be good. “You may want to speed up your deliberation process.” “Why?” Cesca pointed at the screen, which was now showing the group under attack by a large monster. What the hell is that?! Is that a bug?! A big worm?! Its long body ended in a face that was practically all mouth, and the maw inside was lined with serrated teeth. “It’s a Sandcrawler. A magical beast that burrows beneath the desert, eating its prey along with the sand.” Leen muttered a brief explanation, her eyes fixed on the monitor. Three of the survivors had swords and axes, but their situation didn’t seem all that great. They didn’t seem especially skilled, and they didn’t have any magic users either. In moments flat, their camel was devoured, along with their supplies. They would surely be next on the menu. “I’m going!” As I spoke, I conjured up a portal of light and made it to the ground. I emerged from a portal in the air above the Sandcrawler, raining down bullets upon it with Brunhild. They weren’t ordinary bullets, either. They were my detonating bullets, freshly enchanted with [Explosion]. The Sandcrawler contorted in pain, bodily fluids spewing from its wounds. As I landed on the hot sand, I raised my right arm and recited the chant that Linze had taught me. “Come forth, Water! Feel My Blade, Both Cold and Clear: [Aqua Cutter]!” I shot off a pressurized blast of water toward what I assumed was the sandcrawler’s neck. It was split cleanly on impact. Oh gross, I definitely overdid it. White-green fluids oozed from the gaping wound and slowly pooled on the sand below. Still, it didn’t seem to die instantly, and spent a short time writhing and squirming before finally falling still. That is absolutely disgusting. I remembered reading that eels could survive without their heads, but the image was far more grotesque than I had thought. I made a mental note to burn the next Sandcrawler I met. I gave a disgusted look at the corpse while I holstered Brunhild. Before long, one of the survivors came over to me. They held a longsword and wore a hood, so I couldn’t see their face. It appeared to be a girl, though. “...Who are you?” “I’m Mochizuki Touya. I didn’t expect to encounter anyone out here in
the desert, but I couldn’t stand by when I saw you were in danger.” “We’re in your debt. We would’ve died without your interference. My name is Rebecca, I’m an adventurer.” She took off her hood, exposing her face to the sun. She had tanned brown skin and ashen, shoulder-length hair. “Honestly, that was amazing. To take down such a beast like it was nothing...” An axe-wielding man approached from behind Rebecca. He, too, removed his hood. He was a tall, sturdy man with a small beard. There was a boy who seemed to be a bit younger than me standing next to him, panting heavily and attempting to carry a sword.
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