Yellow nodded glumly. She was always hesitant to kill another living being, even in self-defense, but if the monsters were as fanatical as the adventurer said they were, then it looked like she had no choice.
Still, something about those last words seemed off. Killing them was only temporary? Was there some form of resurrection available to them?
Bringing back the dead wasn’t strange for Yellow, the incredibly advanced yet controversial medical technology pioneered by Dr Angela Ziegler was proof of that. But to hear that even killing these monsters wasn’t enough to put them down for good troubled her.
“I see. Thank you for telling me all this.” Yellow bowed once more.
The Adventurer nodded. “No problem,” he replied. “Try not to die out there, alright rook? If you’re not traveling with a party, you’re at much bigger risk, but if that’s how you wanna roll, that’s fine by me.”
“I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be fine.” Yellow tried to reassure him. After all, as she currently was, being in a party would only do more harm than good.
Normally Yellow was appreciative of her mysterious abilities, but they were so intrinsically linked with her psychological state that she was afraid the tightly suppressed inner turmoil she currently faced would end up affecting any party members too.
So it was with a sigh that Yellow left the adventurer, intent on finding a secluded place where she could stow her backpack, put on her data-stored Valkyrie suit unseen and begin collecting those needed plants.
Though she couldn’t help but wonder how other adventurers would see her suit. The technology in it was centuries beyond what she could observe of Terra Ancora’s own capabilities, sapient AI and synthetic races notwithstanding.




