Kurt had to admit it, being somewhat revered as an "Untouched" was the easiest con he'd run since the time he convinced a wealthy merchant he was his long-lost cousin.
Now that they all believed he was one of these Untouched, it became too easy.
They encountered a nest of sand spiders not twenty minutes later, and Kurt handled most of them in a flash. He moved like a blur, using his bare hands to tear through the D-rank insects like they were made of paper.
One spider leapt for his throat but Kurt caught it mid-air and tore it in half, then ran deeper into the horde.
He ripped the leg off one spider and flung it like a boomerang. The limb spun through the air, slicing cleanly through several others in a spray of green ichor.
Their fluids splashed everywhere, coating the sand in a gruesome display of raw strength, and in the blink of an eye, forty eight bodies evaporated into essence particles, leaving behind glowing cores.
