A lance of shadow tore through the air, overlapping with Fran's arrow, twirling around the arrow as it struck the final goblin. The arrow piercing its chest, while the bolt of shadow tore apart its innards, killing the final goblin with a combined damage of 155.
"Nocta, to the bridge!"
Immediately after the final goblin fell, the victory screen didn't appear, no experience and gains, instead a low rumbling drum echoed.
A low, rhythmic thud echoed with the sound of trumpets, and the distant entrance across the bridge lit up with torch fires.
'They are coming.'
"Prepare yourselves, Maria, Fran get behind the pillar, avoid getting close!"
"Julian, what about you?"
Maria focused her gaze on the distant flames, swallowing as she forced herself to move. The pain from the arrow was slowly recovering, but the dull ache lingered.
'This world isn't like the other... so this is what he meant by special.'
"Julian!"
