The pointless, violent slaughter. Blank had grown accustomed to it in his past, but it was still an event he preferred to avoid. The dead Mid-Dao Moblin's corpse festered at his feet, its blood trickling from the open gash and dying the path red. Blank Mid-Dao had been killed over a week ago, but his minions still roamed the country. The nomad was becoming worried.

It's like... they've come back to screw me over, to ruin me. Why? My past should have drowned in the Great Sea when I came here. Why must it haunt me?

Looking over the recovered Po Rune segment, the nomad begins the journey back to the Underworld. As he leaves the woods, two mysterious cloaked men appear from the surrounding brush and stand over the Mid-Dao monster. The first man, who's race and identity is masked behind the garments, speaks.

If only he knew. Ha! Mid-Dao Moblins, the filthiest beasts Calatia has to offer. He's become much more powerful. And he was pretty damn powerful before.

The second man speaks.

It's just as well. He'll be very... useful. We may even be able to use his new powerful allies. Just don't kill them. They aren't the enemies, so let them be.

And what if he becomes dangerous to us? You saw him slaughter the pig.

I don't care. There should be no chance that any of these people would ever catch on to us. Just don't kill as hastefully as you did before.

Of course. That last one was an accident. We'll let the nomad wander to his heart's content, for now. But he will have to join us eventually. And then our good friends the politicians will be finished.

Don't refer to them as "friends." They have to be wiped out. It's for the good of Hyrule, no, the world. Keep a low profile.

Of course.
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Blank exits the woods, ready to return to North Forest to meet with Alpha and Hiro. As he reaches the boundaries of the Crossroads and the Wastes, he swears he sees a mysterious figure.

Hmm... looks likes he's heading to the Highlands... May as well follow him.

The nomad begins his small excursion.