Drip. Drip. Drip.Blood dripped from Inquisitor Metin's mace.The large man who had attacked Metin lay on the ground, his face covered in blood. Metin let go of his mace with a clatter, his consciousness finally returning.'Ah, I lost my temper again.'His eyes had gone wild, and he had almost killed an innocent person.The targets he was supposed to kill were heretics and Necromancers, not ordinary citizens.Metin sat on top of the fallen man and grabbed his blood-soaked face.<Heal>Woosh!The man's bloodied face rapidly healed. Metin took out a Communication Crystal Ball with his other hand and held it to his mouth.
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