"Now monsters wanna show up? I guess they were waiting for us." Rupert said as he blasted a goblin with fire magic, pulverizing it to ash.
Dylan carved through his enemies as if they were mere scraps of parchment, his greatsword an unstoppable force of destruction. The narrow corridor did little to hinder him—each swing not only cleaved through foes but shattered the stone walls as though they were air. He let out a triumphant laugh, his voice echoing through the ruins. "These wretches are nothing! They don't call me the Goblin Slayer for nothing!"
"Allow me to help!" Jenea clasped her hands and a radiant light drowned the area in a silver glow. Dylan, Rupert, and Zion were now blessed by the God of Arion, boosting their speed and combat capabilities.
