From afar, Erinette stood still, her blades lowered at her sides—her posture straight, eyes calm.
She watched as Liana and Gloria tore through another wave of dark beasts with their synchronized rhythm, their playful voices drifting across the battlefield.
"Impressive improvement," she said quietly.
Alf, standing beside her with his daggers already stained in dark blood, wiped one clean with a white cloth.
Erinette vanished again, reappearing twenty meters ahead—striking down an elite beast with one elegant, silent blow that made no sound as it died.
Alf followed—like a shadow vanishing into mist.
Garius roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield as he swung his dual swords, tearing through the densest cluster of miasma-infested beasts at the center.
"YEAHHHHH!!!"
His coat fluttered, blades gleaming white and green—a storm made flesh, carving destruction with gleeful fury.
Meanwhile, just a few paces behind.
Fransesca giggled softly.
Still standing.
