Chapter 87: Farewell
Zarian made sure Para had a taste of the scraps Rickard had left behind. There wasn’t much, yet the Parasite Cloak enjoyed every bite. Then Para ate her fill of the Royal Guards while Zarian said farewell to everyone who wanted to see them off, which were mainly the beggars.
Everyone other than Zarian’s party acted queasy and disturbed from the loud flesh-tearing, bone-cracking sounds of Para feasting, but Zarian didn’t let that dampen the occasion. He understood the weakness of normies. They couldn’t be blamed for not appreciating the splendor of a parasite munching on the bodies of his enemies.
Besides, everyone had survived on his side. His party had grown stronger with new personal levels and skill levels. They all looked more experienced, more capable, and more understanding of each other’s new abilities and new tricks.
When Para finished eating, Zarian stored away as many decent corpses as he could get in the cloak’s pocket dimension. It was a good idea to stock up now, just in case. He took some time for himself and sat in a wagon before feeding his own voracious appetite after a big battle.
Naomi was napping in one of two comfort wagons reserved for Zarian’s party. Hannah held onto the dungeon core as it continued to evolve. She slipped into the crafting wagon organized for her.
Bianca was bouncing and frolicking around the caravan with a bunch of spectral spiders riding on the hem of her dress. Gilbert rode on his eight-legged steed while working with Roland and Lora to get their people moving out of Central Bramblevale and into the wilds.
Zarian relaxed with a big meaty leg of poultry in one hand while waving at the people saying goodbye.
He saw the little boot girl and her friends waving the hardest from the front. He caught sight of the Infernal Witch glaring in the shadow of an alley before she nodded at him and turned to stalk away.
Zarian nodded in return before looking back up the road leading to the mansions. He watched the Lovewar Barrier fade away, its purpose completed.