“Ah, abyss take them! They saw me. Now I have to fight. I hate dying,” Bob muttered angrily as he started hopping from foot to foot, gathering ambient Essence for his impending fight. <So don’t die.> I chuckled at his sour glare. <I know what you are thinking, ‘easy for you to say’, right? Well, I work to not die as well. Unlike you, there’s no coming back for me if I were to be destroyed.> “Humph.
