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... l; however, there was nothing but a vast amount of water.

"Crap," he muttered. "Is this a boss field? Did it say Mai-sama? No, it can't be. I checked for traps before we set up camp. Mobs can't speak... right?"

His focus narrowed, zooming in on the water. A figure—floating—hovered just above the surface. Features blurred, but distinct enough to send unease through his chest. Above its head, a health bar hovered ominously, crowned with a purple cursor.

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