Dale looked at the gauntlets that he was just about to empower. “They better not be cursed.” Sending Essence through the Inscriptions, his heart fell as the gauntlets tightened and latched onto his wrists. “Oh, come on!” “Really, Dale? Really?” Hans slipped to his feet in a whirl of flesh and loose clothes. “What did I just say?” <Sorry, Dale, but you have a track record of failure, to the point where if I ever die, I want you to be the one to lower my body into the ground, just so that you can let me down one last time.> Dale’s face went red as he listened to the dungeon. <On the plus side, I
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