[color=fff7b0][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qMHpYAa.png[/img][/center][/color][center][b]Lv.[/b] 42
[color=f7976a][b]HP:[/b] 253/506[/color]  [color=fff79a][b]SP:[/b] 450/450[/color]  [color=6ecff6][b]MP:[/b] 30/30 [/color]
[color=f7976a][sup](400) + 60 + 10%[/sup][/color]     [color=fff79a][sup](400) + 50 + 0%[/sup][/color]    [color=6ecff6][sup](30) + 0 + 0%[/sup]    [/color]
[sup]STR – 163 [sup](136) + 5 + 15%[/sup]  |  AGI – 61 [sup](50) + 5 + 10%[/sup]  |  END – 73 [sup](69) + 10 + 5%[/sup]  |  DEX – 50 [sup](50)[/sup]  |  LUC – 40 [sup](30) + 10[/sup][/sup]
[hider=Inspect][sup][b][i]Star-Studded Rebellion, Pentozali[/i][/b]
[b]Weapons[/b]
[color=757575]Pickaxe - Uncommon[/color]
[b]Equipment:[/b]
[color=757575]Devil-Horned Battlemask - Rare Helmet - +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 END - HP > 50%, -5% HP/t. HP ≤ 50%, +10% SP/t. HP ≤ 20%, + 40 STR.
White Snake's Robes - Uncommon Armor - +5 AGI, +10 LCK - Improves Stealth by 15% when traveling on hard surfaces.
Beasthide Bracers - Common Arm Equipment
No Leg Equipment
Thornspike Boots - Common Shoes
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[b]Accessories:[/b]
[color=757575]Wrestler's Loincloth - Common Accessory - +10 HP, +5 STR[/color][/sup][/hider][/center]

With Mags' brain turned to autopilot from the heat melting what little grey matter she had, she easily followed the pack. As in, she didn't rouse any sort of trouble for a brief period. She was too busy feeling icky because of the sweat that clung to her snakeskin robes. The occasional trash mob gave her little reason to think. Her man hands would crush the skull of any ghoul in a trivial manner. The ghosts? Eh, that wasn't her job.

Though, as direction faded to aimless movement, something horrible happened to the group.

Mags began to think again.

Her pack mentality was gone now. The cool air that wicked away the remnants of sweat refreshed her dumb way of thinking.

Without so much of an ounce of hesitation, she began to rebel against the horrifying atmosphere. Rather than cautiously approach and light up the way like Ames, Mags just decided to no balls the scenario. She stepped away from Ames, the red-haired warrior no longer feeling the safety in numbers that was so emboldened by a literal ape.

With brutal claps that gave into thundering echoes in the caverns, Mags chanted a bizarre hymn against the cruel spirits that inhabited the cave.

[color=fff7b0]"If I ain't rest 'cause of y'all,"[/color] her voice boomed as she walked further and further into the darkness, [color=fff7b0]"y'all ain't rest 'cause of me!"[/color]