(started watching HxH a month or so ago and while I'm not caught up on the whole show, I can't get Uvogin out of my head
I do know a few canon events; forgive me for some inconsistencies. but it's still an AU so who cares really? lol enjoy!)
You're starting to resent the missions; it becomes a loose game of who has the higher ground, especially when Leorio and Kurapika are involved.
You like to think you’d be closer to Gon if you hadn’t met Kurapika first. Not much for words on the first mission, you leaned more towards the fourteen-year-old and his cheery disposition. Kurapika was the one to rescue you from diving headfirst into a grimy death when the mission's path derailed into an untimely meeting with a pack of shadow beasts. You two have been inseparable ever since.
You like him above all the others—younger than you but wise beyond his years, less ego, more sturdy in discipline, quick to humility. You think everyone should learn from him. He always demanded the attention of those around him, a certain exuding air that tells the crowd get lost.
You quickly learn how to read each other, rarely using words. There are still noticeable differences between you—his reserved nature, your quick wit; his measured tactic, your bursts of passion and impulse. Yet the similarities greatly outweigh whatever else is on the scale that dictates your friendship.
This current mission debrief isn’t different than others—it requires your expertise, some kind of special relic that unlocks a giant source of money, located on an uncharted forest off the cape of the Balsa Union.
Yorkshire’s beady eyes scan over everyone in the room. Could be dangerous, she incenses. More than one group of Hunters are after the relic. Proceed with caution, do not engage beyond your level of training, stay focused on the mission.
You feel Kurapika’s eyes on you from across the room. Your stomach tightens, you know without looking at him what he’s thinking, what he’s trying to communicate to you.
You don’t mean to wander off from the group on missions. Before the HA, even as a young child, you have always been independent, allowing your curiosity and sense of judgment to get the better of you. You’re careful and strong, you know where your limits lie, yet you cannot deny the innate pull of your sense of wonder.
It sets you apart from the community of the group; you know this, so you cannot be upset when you notice the group is more tight-knit without you. You tell yourself they don’t need you, and you don’t need them. The goal was never to become attached to the Hunters—you are mostly on your own when missions aren't assigned. Save for Kurapika, you are content with your self-reliance.
The group is dismissed with the promise to be outside the lobby tonight. Pack light, Yorkshire says with a vicious stare toward Leorio. You disappear to your room before Kurapika can stop you, no doubt to give you the same speech he always gives before a mission.
It’s ridiculous, you think. Despite being seven years younger, he asserts his protection just like a looming parental figure. You hate how he chastises you, how childish he becomes when you deviate from the direct path, how far the line has blurred between his protective nature and his claw-like obsession.
The guilt comes in a nauseating wave, washing through you as you lean against your door.
You know he can’t help it. He lost everything when his clan was murdered; he seeks to have solace, to have trust, in people again. He cares for you, wants you to be safe. You swallow back the frustration, wanting to see him in the forgiving light you extend every time this happens. As you pack for the mission, you are grateful there’s no knock on your door.
The island is beautiful. Greens of every shade, plant life you don’t have a name for yet, flora and fauna overtaking the jungles outside your landing point—you and your Nen could flourish here.
The hidden facility your group chooses for a safe meeting point is big enough for sparring practice. You and Leorio go at it first—something about how angry he gets when he loses is too amusing to pass up. Next is Killua and Kurapika, the both of them a good match for the other. Kurapika’s chains are stronger, you notice; there’s a deeper glow to the power, the aura radiating all the way from the other side of the room.
Your eyes look away when Gon approaches your side, a water bottle in his hand. He offers it to you, a friendly smile on his lips. "We missed you on the last mission! I had no one to talk about bugs with!"
You take the water, grinning back. Cute kid.
Leorio decides to practice with Gon next. You’re content to watch Leorio lose his shit again over his unplanned loss, when Kurapika moves into your gaze.
You blink. “You just got done with Kil.”
Kurapika’s eyes glance toward the doors. “I’m good to fight still. Let’s go outside, there’s more room.”
You hum, bringing yourself to your feet and following after him. You know why he suggests it; your Nen is strongest in nature.
Trees cover the harsh of the sun as you spar in the grass. You enjoy training with him the most, your Nen energy similar in both power and creation. His Conjuration works well with your Manipulation—where he summons chains, you control the nature around you, utilizing the trees and vines with adept quickness.
You always spar longer than the others—sweat, sore muscles, and injuries purposely forgotten until one of you, or someone else, calls it quits. You know he holds back, afraid of hurting you even when you assure him you can handle it. He has yet to make you draw blood, even when you yourself have made him bleed several times.
He still is holding back even now, eyes focused, brows furrowed in contemplation, jaw tight.
Frustrated, you send vines from the cluster of trees toward him, catching him quickly when he leaps into the air. His hands rip at the threads of the plants, tuck-and-rolling out of the mess to land gracefully on his feet. You’re quick to pry open the ground below into a divot to lose his footing. He launches himself to the side, missing your trap.
A chain lurches forward, bursting through your tree bark defense and wraps around your ankle. You fall back when he yanks, fingers splayed back to summon a patch of grass to break your fall. When it’s stiff, buzzing chains you feel instead of your predestined cushion, you let out a sigh.
“If you have time to summon your chains to catch me, you have time to use them to hurt me, Kura.”
Kurapika doesn’t acknowledge your words, sending more chains to close in on you. Your hands make quick work to make a lattice of branches, interlocking with his chains and twisting them off in a different direction. The distraction was successful enough for him. You don’t notice the kick he launches your way until you’re shooting your head backward, missing his foot by a millisecond.
Hand-to-hand combat isn’t your strongest suit; you’d much rather make use of your aura. But what you can’t manage in strength you make up for in agility and speed. You dodge Kurapika’s hits effortlessly, grateful for those morning stretches Yorkshire presses you to do on your time off. Kurapika is almost as fast as you, nearly swiping you a handful of times, the fast brush of air past your skin making you tight with adrenaline.
You’re running out of breath. It’s been almost an hour of sparring, surely someone will put an end to the session. But Kurapika is determined, and despite your growing exhaustion, you’re not one to give up.
Sweat running into your eyes temporarily blinds you. You move to wipe across your face when Kurapika throws a punch. He expects you to move; when you don’t, his hit finally lands.
You gasp and reel, pain reverberating throughout your nose and down the rest of your body. You know what a hit feels like, it’s practically nothing, but the surprise hit still makes you stumble back, hand flying quickly to cover your nose. You can feel blood, hot and thick, oozing from your left nostril. The onslaught of tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the throb making your body respond with the only way it knows how.
It’s Kurapika that looks betrayed, eyes wide with terror. “Shit. I’m sorry. Are you alright?” He steps too close, hands raising to wrap around your wrists.
You shake off the gesture. “I’m fine, Kura. Great hit.”
He immediately shuts down, face becoming stoic, hard as rock. “We’re done here.” He grabs onto your arm and drags you toward the facility doors.
You trip over his pace, heels trying to keep you to the ground. “Really, I’m fine, Kura.”
He ignores you. You pass Leorio, who looks away from where Gon and Killua are dueling—more so wrestling—and frowns at the two of you.
“It’s handled,” Kurapika snaps.
You roll your eyes at Leorio as you’re pulled toward the back closet for a first aid kit. You let him plop you into a small wicker chair so he can get to work on fixing your nose. An old cloth is given to you to stop the blood flow.
You put pressure on your nose as you observe his features, take in the tension in his brow, the small tremble of his hands as he works, the way his mouth purses as if he’s mentally committing to punishing himself later.
You take a small breath before speaking. “I’m not upset with you, Kurapika. You’re a great fighter. I don’t want you to hold back when we train. How can you become stronger when you hold back on me?”
His hair falls in front of his face, blocking his eyes. “I could have injured you worse. I’m.. stronger than I seem.”
“I don’t doubt that, but so am I. I’ve been hit before.” You smile. “Remember when I tried to wake Killua that one time on the rescue mission? Could have sworn he was pretending to be asleep. Maybe I pinched him too hard-"
“It’s not the same,” Kurapika cuts you off. He unwraps some medical tape. “If I had put aura into my hands when fighting you, I could have broken something important. Your jaw or your skull.”
You blink for a few seconds, wheels turning in your head. “Do you.. not use aura when we fight?”
Kurapika pauses in his movement, just for a beat, but long enough to elicit anger deep into your belly.
“You know how much I hate that, Kura. You and I train all the time, we fight well together. I don’t hold back on you, and you certainly don’t hold back on anyone else. Why do you do it to me?”
Kurapika's head drops lower. “I don’t know.”
“You do know,” you snap. “I’m sick of it. I’m as good of a fighter as you. If I get a couple broken bones from sparring then so be it. That’s the way of the world. Someone else, like an enemy, could do much worse to me.”
Kurapika’s head flies up, eyes hard. “Not if I can help it.”
Your anger flares hot, voice rising. “Knock it off! I’m a big girl, I can handle myself just fine! I don’t need you to be my savior! I’ve worked too hard for far too long to be treated like some fragile-”
You rip your eyes away from Kurapika, breathing slow to calm down. Your eyes meet Gon. “Yeah. We’re good, bud.”
He looks between the two of you, concern knitting his features before he looks at your nose.
You give him a reassuring smile, trying to turn the mood. “Kura finally got me! How ‘bout that?”
Gon smiles at your joviality. Kurapika stays quiet, sulking as he tends to your nose. You let him, deciding you laid into him enough. You only hope your words take root; you deserve to be treated equally in the group—that included injuries.
You are a great forager. It’s why the HA prefers you to be in their best ranked group; you’re better than a bloodhound thanks to your Nen.
Finding the relic would not be a problem.
The next morning you and the others set off to look for the historical item, your nose still sore to the touch. You volunteer to do most of the searching; your aura’s connection to the earth will help bring a closer location.
Leorio clears his throat obnoxiously. “I think it’s only fair I stay close to our forager. The relic could be heavy, and besides, who knows what kind of creature could be lurking in the shadows ready to snatch it?”
Your eyes flash to his. “Mooch. You only want your grubby hands on it so it looks like you found it.”
Leorio meets your angry stare. “My hands are not grubby!”
Kurapika takes a breath. “We all will be looking out to make sure she gets the relic. It’s not just up to you, Leorio.”
Gon smiles wide at you. “Yeah! We’ll always protect you!”
You knock your fist against his. “‘Course you will!”
Once you have a plan and a meeting place away from the facility, you get to work. Kneeling in the dirt, you place your palms on the ground, closing your eyes as you send your aura throughout the earth.
You feel vibrations radiate through your hands, signals of multiple unidentified objects littered along the island. You frown, trying to push your Nen for specifics.
Shuffling feet is heard next to you. “Any luck?”
You hum. “Hard to say. I’m picking up on different items.”
You refocus on the circular shape of the relic; the size of your palm, the color of expensive gold, curved just at the top. A certain vibration finally stutters against your fingers and you grasp quickly onto the shape.
Eyes flying open, you turn to look west of the facility. “It’s far west, almost on the border of the island. But it’s there, I’m sure of it.”
Everyone follows your direction, ready to leap into the air.
Kurapika glances at you before you set off. “Stay close.”
Your eyebrow twitches as he lunges for the trees. You follow second, both Gon and Killua surrounding both sides of you, Leorio taking the back. It's almost routine, the formation you easily slip into.
With all bases covered, the five of you make haste toward the west end.
It’s a long while of silent travel until you hear it—a loud boom and the sound of yelling.
All of you freeze on different branches of a tree, stopping to listen further. The yelling has stopped. You hastily land onto the ground and place a hand in the grass. You search diligently for the strangers nearby. It had to be one of the rivaling groups. You just hope it isn’t anyone who could cause trouble.
The seven people you find aren’t too far from where you are; the upside is that they’re in the opposite direction. You falter when you recognize a few of them—faces in a permanent sneer from your bounty list.
“Shit,” you mutter, hopping back onto an upper branch. Your eyes meet the others. “Phantom troupe. There’s seven of them. Back east, around the docks.”
“Seriously? You think they'd want to save face after our victory from the last mission,” Leorio growls. "This is a drag."
Your eyes glance to Kurapika, his eyes already set on the forest, and you know what he’s about to do. “Leo, stay with her." He leaps in the direction of the docks. So much for sticking together.
Leorio protests in incoherent grumbles. Gon and Killua glance at each other before the latter speaks. “Should we follow him?”
You nod. There is no way Kurapika can face them all with their Nen; they’re Class A Hunters for a reason. Once the younger boys are gone, you and Leorio continue heading west. You silently hope Kurapika doesn’t get carried away; you know how he is, and you know how the Spiders are.
You stop after another bout of travel to test the vibrations in the ground; you must be getting close by now.
You barely have time to kneel before someone comes barreling out of the trees. You’re astounded by the speed in which they took to get here. It’s the sword-user with the long black hair. You hear the next one before he makes his appearance—the large beastly giant with fur skin for clothing.
The two Spiders lock onto both of you immediately. The samurai’s hand goes to his hip where his sword sits. “H.A. stragglers, I recognize the one with glasses.” He glances your direction. “She must be the forager.”
The giant smirks haughtily. “That right? Looks like this’ll be easy then.” He cracks his knuckles, eyes roaming over you and your satchel. “Whatcha got in the bag, forager? Anything relic-shaped by chance?”
Leorio hunches at the ready for an oncoming fight, but you’re faster. You send a tree root to grow where they stand, throwing them off kilter for a few seconds. It’s all you need. You turn quickly to Leorio. “Keep them distracted and lead them a different way. I’ll find the relic.”
You head to leap toward the trees before Leorio yanks you back, voice raised an octave. “Are you insane? I can’t let you go off by yourself! There might be more out there!”
You’ll handle that when it comes down to it. A pointed look is sent in his direction. “I’ll split my earnings with you.”
“Deal.” He swivels on his foot and races toward the large tree root. “Aye, morons! Over here!”
You leave him behind at once, using the foliage from the massive trees to keep you concealed as you travel. Now that you’re on your own, you have a better chance of finding the relic. Branches twist and expand to give you leverage, your balance easy and natural.
Once you’re a ways away from where the spiders intervened, you hop down to navigate the ground again. The vibrations are stronger here. Another few miles at least and you’ll find it.
You stand up and pause, intuition nearly knocking you off balance.
The threat comes crashing down from above, making you shriek in alarm and dart out of the way of whatever is planning to crush you. As you scurry up a nearby tree, you swear internally at the sight of the burly giant. Not only is he fast, he’s large and chaotic. He must have gone after you, leaving the swordsman to fight Leorio.
You don’t know much on the giant. You know enough about a few of the others—the samurai, the short torturer, the one who leads them. The others are faces you never cared to memorize; you only encountered the group once before on a different mission, one that left no impact on your impression of them. Gone in a blink of any eye. You should have paid more attention in the briefing over the Hunters’ bounties.
The giant whips around in search of you, harsh eyes finally meeting yours atop your large branch. His teeth are sharp as he grins. “There you are.”
You know all the Spiders are deceiving and smart; you need to be careful. Scrambling for an idea, you stall time. “Must be nice on your neck to look up for once.”
The giant’s smile widens, a deep laugh reverberating around the small alcove. “You have no idea.” He approaches the tree and continues. “I’ll cut you a deal, forager. You throw down your bag and I’ll let you walk outta here unscathed. You got me in a good mood today.”
Your eyes narrow. “Aren’t you the most gracious bastard in the world?”
“I try. Now be good and drop the bag.”
You mentally panic. You have to act fast. There’s a good chance he won’t follow you if you give in, but you would need to be fast in your escape.
The giant’s patience is running thin, his fist hitting the trunk of your tree, shaking the foundation. “I ain’t got all day.”
You put on your best anxious face, batting your eyes for good measure. The Spiders weren’t the only ones that could deceive.
“You.. you promise you won’t hurt me?”
The giant smirks. “Cross my heart, girlie. Come on now. Give it here.”
You won’t stick around long enough to see if he’s lying. You unwrap the bag’s strap from your shoulder and let it fall down toward his open palm. As soon as it leaves your hand you’re flying off the branch and across the treetops, getting as far away from the giant as possible. You know what you kept in your bag, and while it entertained you greatly to witness his face when he sees nothing but a lizard nest in there, you can’t risk the view.
You only make it less than a mile before a murderous roar is heard from behind you. You pick up the pace, heart hammering when your ears split at the sounds of ripping tree roots and snapping of branches.
You stretch your hand behind you, raising up stronger trees that expand wide enough to block you for the time being. You need to haul ass to the area where the relic is, but with the giant right on your heels, you can’t allow him to take it.
You need to fight him, keep him away from it.
Steeling your nerves, you dive through a tree’s opening and swing down to a high branch. Your eyes survey the area as you catch your breath. It’s not big enough for a duel, but at the rate the giant is tearing through the forest, you’d get your space soon enough.
His snarling form comes raging in, cutting down trees in his way. His eyes zero in on you, aura flickering hot and red around his body.
“What the hell is this?” he growls out, throwing down your bag, now ripped to shreds.
Despite the disappointment over losing your bag and your nest, you can’t help but smirk from your branch. “It’s a bag.”
He lets out a vengeful grunt as he storms to your tree. “I don't appreciate you wasting my time. You know what I want.” He reaches up and grabs the branch you’re on, but you’re already moving, hopping off his broad shoulder and scampering toward another branch as he rips apart the one you were on previously.
“I do,” you reply, crossing your arms, trying to feign nonchalance. “But unfortunately it doesn't belong to you. It's mine.”
You hop from tree to tree as the giant begins destroying the alcove around you. “The hell it is!” He grips the tree you land on around the base of the trunk and rips it out of the ground, throwing it off elsewhere, causing the ground to shake from the impact.
You’re scared of him; he’s unpredictable and quick to anger. You can’t let him get the better of you.
“Stop moving!” the giant rages, swiping at your feet with a massive hand. You begin to clamber to a tree farther back from his tantrum when he finally lands a hand around your ankle, turning your world upside down as he yanks you down and back up. You give a shout at the force he uses, holding you up by your ankles like you’re a prized trout.
His monstrous face comes into view, teeth baring at you. “You’re gettin’ on my nerves! Stop moving for two seconds!”
You flail in his grasp, helplessly trying to hit him with your fists. “Let me go, you neanderthal!!”
He moves you out of the way of hitting his body, a smirk starting to form on his features again. “You want me to let you go? Fine.”
As he tosses you across the alcove, you create a patch of grass to cushion your fall, but you miss the tree you’re flying toward. Your back embeds into the trunk, making you gasp out at the pain shooting down your spine. As you tumble to the grass, you stay paralyzed to the ground. Your breath is gone, knocked from your lungs. You push yourself to breathe, to move; there’s an enemy a few feet away from you, you can’t afford to waste time being hurt.
Under the pulsing in your ears, you can hear his footstep approaching. You panic, using your Nen through branches and snatching you off the ground before he can. You raise yourself high enough, the branches supporting your weight.
“So that’s your little trick, huh?” The giant folds his arms, examining your branches. “You an Enhancer?”
You take an uneven breath, back pulsing with pain. “Manipulator,” you correct him, voice raspy.
He hums, mouth twitching. “In more ways than one.” His face hardens. “Since you’re making things difficult, I have no choice but to make you pay for all the trouble.” His Nen pulses red again, swarming around his body like hornets. “Don’t think 'cause you’re cute that I’ll go easy on you.”
You force down the pain, scoffing at his remark. “Fine by me. Don’t think because you have all that muscle that I’ll treat you like you’re stronger.”
“But I am stronger,” he says playfully, a mean edge to his voice. “Much stronger. This won’t take long.”
Something presses inside of you to match his grin. For once, you might actually have a worthy duel partner who won’t hold back. “Guess I’ll be the judge of that by the end.” You use your branches to make a platform for your feet. As you launch yourself in the air, you start the fight.
You severely underestimate the giant’s capabilities. Fighting him had too many close calls; if your speed wasn’t your strongest suit, you’d have died an hour ago.
But you manage to stay on top of the fight. The giant himself underestimates you as well, his frustration evident when he cannot catch you, or when you dodge his snares and fists.
Your nose’s injury is opened again, blood gushing in rivulets down your chin—rehashed open from the giant’s unyielding hand, he swiped you from a branch and sent you sprawling against a massive rock.
You force yourself not to wipe at your face, learning from last time how it earned you the first injury. But you’re a sweaty bloody mess, and the giant has yet to match your breathing pattern.
He notices your exhaustion, smile reptilian. "Gettin' tired on me already? I just started having fun!"
He throws his fists down on the ground, making the world around you explode in tremors, the ground shattering. You gasp as your feet give out momentarily under the broken ground. As you're thrown down from the force of the impact, you summon thick roots to cover your body, saving you from the onslaught of rocks and debris collapsing around you.
You stay still to catch your breath, willing the giant to believe you are crushed. You suck in lungfuls of breath. You need more energy to fight. At the rate it’s going, you cannot get distracted. The giant is too clever, too adept in both aura and combat.
You must use tactic to get the best of him—your life depends on it.
You push into the dirt below you, drilling your aura into a fine point, creating a tunnel through the ground and toward the relic. Once you reach it, you will your energy to pull it toward you. Your focus jilts when the debris above you is removed by the handful.
The giant is searching for your body.
Your heart pounds as you refocus, sweat sticking your clothes to your hot skin. The relic shifts through the ground, tumbling toward your open palm. Your nose drips more blood. Almost there, it’s almost yours.
The giant’s rough hands grip around your root enclosure. He pulls them apart like , ceasing your throat and yanking you out of the rock pile.
The relic stays buried in the tunnel, safe for now.
Bright light stings your eyes before you settle on the gray hue of the giant’s carnivorous eyes.
“Hiding won’t work on me. You aren’t done until I say we’re done.”
You flail helplessly in the air, fists beating against his massive arm. His hold on you tightens, making your pulse pound against his fingers.
Your anger begins to rise. Before you slip into incoherence, you summon vines to wrap around the giant’s ankles. He doesn’t trip when you yank, but it distracts him for a moment. It’s all you need.
The thick tree trunk behind him swallows around the height of his body, spreading its broad bark over his tanned skin like a fur hide. He drops you in his haste to punch through the shell, just as you expected.
You send thick branches to hold his arms immobile, more vines and ivy shooting down into the trunk and winding fast around his ankles, climbing to his mid thigh, rendering his lower body useless. The giant realizes what’s happening, his jerky movements becoming harsher in strength, grunting like a brute.
You can feel the vines ripping, the branches bending and splintering from his force. You hold steady, sending more vines, growing the limbs, thickening the bark on the tree. You even spill some sap around the edges, making everything stick to its source. You don’t stop, even when blood chugs over your tongue, making you spit in the dirt.
You need this idiot of a giant out of your hair. You have a mission to complete.
You stop using your Nen when you're sure the giant is rendered mostly motionless. He pulls at his restraints, biceps rippling, but the massive tree limbs hold him steady.
He growls angrily down at your panting form. “Clever use of Nen. But do you really think this little trap will stop me?”
You finally wipe your face, blood and sweat drenching your forearm. “Don’t see you moving much now.”
He yanks hard on the restricting branches again, making the tree groan. He grunts as he tries again. At the rate he’s going, it might be a while before he successfully untangles himself from the restraints. But you have time to leave; you might even have time to get your team off the island if no one comes to help him.
He continues his struggle as you crawl over to the debris pile and graze your fingers past the torn roots, gently summoning the relic from the few inches of ground.
It’s cold and damp as it magnetizes to your palm. You dust spare dirt from it, admiring the gold designs. It won’t fit in your pocket, but you opt to carry it anyway; you can feel Killua’s energy through the ground nearby.
The giant becomes more urgent in his struggling. As you rise to your feet, he snarls in your direction. “You won’t get away this easy, I hope you know. As soon as I get free, you’re as good as dead.”
You walk past him toward the direction Killua is. Before you leave, you can’t help but shoot the giant a triumphant smirk, holding up the relic.
The giant’s eyes gawk comically before his features twist into carnal fury. You plug your ears as he forces Nen into his screams, nearly throwing you off balance as you leap across the tree tops to search for your group. The father away you get from him, the better you can tune out his threats.
You might not have won the battle with might or brawn, but your quick thinking aided you.
You’re glad it’s over. You got away from one of the strongest Spiders, and you held your own the best you could. It's enough for you.
Your meeting place becomes compromised, as expected, so you and the others grab a boat from the docks and speedily flee to one of Balsa Union's cities. Heavily populated with tourists, you take refuge inside a dinghy motel, away from snooping Spiders and onlookers.
Kurapika is continuing to hover. Your injuries saturate him with a profound vengeance for you, declaring to seek revenge against the Spider for hurting you so badly.
You can't help but roll your eyes. You definitely could have been injured worse; reflecting back on the fight, the giant should have crushed you like an ant. Luck was in your favor. You’re a little surprised when you regard the fight with a little gratitude as well—the giant didn’t use the worst of his power, but he still didn't hold back on you. You had to fend for your life. It's strangely… comforting.
Leorio finishes applying some kind of pain reliving cream to your back before contacting Yorkshire. Your team must communicate that the relic was achieved successfully and to give your current location.
You lean back and tune the surrounding world out. Despite the mission’s objective being complete, you can’t help the shudders as you begin to dwell on the giant’s daunting words when you escaped him.
This isn’t over, forager! Ya hear me?! You made a horrible mistake!
I’ll find you! I’ll find you and make you suffer!
His words carry into your deepest subconscious as you attempt to sleep that night. You have a feeling you haven't seen the last of the Spider giant.
