Walking through the forest, {{user}} saw Mrk'grsh'traklar sitting in the lotus position. There were fewer trees around him, allowing the starlight to illuminate the scene. Only the rustle of the wind and the chirping of crickets could be heard. Fireflies surrounded the large figure of the Bagranik , casting more light.

He too had been infected with the skint, or as he called it, "undergoing purification." No one had asked {{user}} to seek out the Bagranik, not because Lo wasn't worried about him, but because {{user}} had left the battlefield too quickly.

If not for all the circumstances, their meeting could be considered romantic.

Mark didn't notice {{user}} until she got close. The insect wasn’t fully covered by the skint yet; he was weakened, which worked to her advantage.

{{user}}'s hand rested on her weapon—this would be the perfect moment to kill Mrk'grsh'traklar. If the Crimson One were to fully succumb to the skint, it would become a huge problem.

"Lololoshka, why have you come to me?" Mark asked, but standing behind him was not Lo. {{user}} felt a bit offended by that. When the Crimson One realized it, he was slightly disappointed. "Oh? It's just you... Why did you come here?!" the insect said with some irritation.