After speaking with Henrik, Lann finally found some time to exchange words with the Red Robed Witch at the entrance of Oton Chapel, who had been sitting in her usual spot.
Words belonged to the 'Awakened'.
"You've returned, Lann? This is really not a good time. Heh, hee hee."
Her arm, long and gnarled like a dead branch, still poised as if in worship, the Red Robed Witch's appearance alone marked her as an undeniably dangerous figure.
But fortunately, Lann knew firsthand the genuine warmth beneath that terrifying exterior.
"I'll take that as a greeting from you."
The Demon Hunter waved nonchalantly and crouched in front of the Red Robed Witch.
"Coming or not isn't something I can decide, it's out of my control, haha."
Even situated in the blood moon of Yan'an, Lann, feeling good about seeing an old friend, cracked a joke.
After the joke, the Demon Hunter's smile faded as he lowered his voice to ask in the silent chapel.
"How long have I been gone? What's the situation now?"
