[There's only one stop along the way, a brief pause as she catches sight of another monster (were they always this common during the day?) She doesn't even bother to confront it head on, instead watching it for a moment before several spears, resembling the one she uses to fight, jut out of the ground, piercing it.
he might hear some mumbled words about them getting "bold," but otherwise she continues on like nothing had happened, and before long they'll have arrived at the meadow. The piles of dead leaves don't quite match the eternal spring weather that the floor sports.]
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he might hear some mumbled words about them getting "bold," but otherwise she continues on like nothing had happened, and before long they'll have arrived at the meadow. The piles of dead leaves don't quite match the eternal spring weather that the floor sports.]
Still with me?
[Like she doesn't already know the answer.]