The Arcane Bestiary

Perched on a thick tree branch, Harper let out a sudden, dry laugh at her own train of thought.

She shook her head and stuffed the journal back into her system inventory.

"Get a grip, Harper," she muttered to herself. "You might not even make it through the next five days, and you're worried about old age?

"In a hellhole like this, dying of natural causes is practically a privilege."

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