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New World – Part 13

Eliza Eva stared blankly at the unconscious blacksmith.

Behind her, the Tuner carefully collected the remains of Gaston Baskerville’s armor, loading them onto the wagon. The demon inside had disintegrated into particles upon death, leaving the armor scattered in pieces. With the care of someone handling a treasured artifact, the man picked up gauntlets, breastplates, and the helm, as well as the sword that had fallen alongside them.

Eliza Eva’s eyes drifted into the distance. The four-wheeled carriage they had been pursuing was nowhere in sight, not even a trace. It was long gone. They had escaped.

Though they were aware of soldiers approaching from the rear, it had been far too long since they had lost track of Hilda and her group. It was unlikely they could catch up now.

Her gaze returned to the blacksmith. She began a conversation.

“This man fought to help his friends escape?”