Note from the author: I have changed it to levs point of view instead of third person.

The next day I went into town because i needed some armor replacements because my old set was broken and unusable. I walked into a little shop made out and wood and some stones on the ground. This place was crawling with adventures and nights wanting or even selling armor. I walked up to the counter to talk to a older mand with a thick while beard and also seemed to be losing his hair.

“May i have some armor replacements.”

The man looked at me broken and battered armor and replied with a smirk

“I can fix it.”

Without another word he walked into the back and after a while you could hear the clang and the banging of metal. I walked away assuming it would take awhile.

“Say kid, do you want a nice and shiny sword like this?”

A proud looking fallow walked over with a plain looking longsword in his hands.

“Sorry but I am a healer all I need is armor.”

He walked away and started to talk to other people. Healers aren't that popular nowadays because they are viewed as useless and overall kinda unwanted, this applied to me alot more than other healers because I was weak amongst even the worst healers.

“You there that wanted armor.”

The old man called to me, he now had balck marks on his face and hands but he also held out a perfect set of shiny armor that didn't seem to have any noticeable flaws.

“That will be 1 silver.”

I handed over half of the money I got yesterday and left. As i was walking over to the nearest stand to get some food I noticed that there were a lot of people gathered in the center of town. I went closer to see what happened and to my surprise the knight that had showed up yesterday and also who was talking to the noble man was lying on the ground with a gaping hole in his chest. The people struggled to get him up and try to help him but i could not see any signs of life nor could i sense any mana which was what let utilize and make magic.

“He is dead.”

Some tall man with broad shoulders and a sword strapped to his waist said with a noticeable sadness in his voice. As time passed people started to walk away and i asked the night tah just spoke

“He did this happen?”

He looked at me and spoke quietly and cautiously

“He was hit by a monster.”

It took me a minute to process what he just said.

“That's impossible around here the top monsters are only around level 2 and at the most 30. This man was far beyond that.”

“This was no level 30 monster. He was hit only one time and he was hit so hard that he was sent flying to here, from the mountains.”

They mountains that i assumed he was speaking of had to be over 5 miles/8km away

“Ok thank you.”

I said that and turned away as they were dragging the body of their now dead leader away.