Fern

“So, it was you after all,” D said softly, gazing at Fern and his daughter.
“Tell me something before you meet your end. Where’s your master, the
figure in gray? How do you get in?”
Even crushed as he was by the otherwordly aura emanating from the
Hunter’s physique—beautiful as darkness crystallized—Fern bared his
fangs. “They’re all in the ruins. But there’s no way to get to them anymore.
Anyway, you’re gonna die right here.”

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