"What do you mean?" The Apocalyptic Boss kind of short-circuited at this point; he needed a clearer explanation. "Can we please not play the 'subtle wording' game right now?
With things like this already, what kind of impact could possibly make me feel worse?"
"The Night Butterfly picked it herself and went to court it on its own, because the other side is already Level 25, and it's obviously got a strong Life Force." 'Lu Huayu' gave up struggling, glanced at the huge Ambori in front of them—who'd actually understood everything yet, even with Divine Beings' islands right under her nose, still forgot to grab them—and caught that rare complicated expression on her face. "Ah, dear Ambori, you heard right: that Undead Tribe acquaintance of ours, the Night Butterfly he brought along, mated with one of your Toril specialties—a Level 25 Maggot Mage.
