"I did say I'll cook you in our duel, but how are you so disappointing? Perhaps it's better for you to go back to the kitchen?"
Outside the throne room, the ongoing war between a small army of hunched abominations and bony, armored wraiths paused as a battle reached its conclusion.
Elara stepped back, allowing Toras' massive body to fall to the ground.
A second later, a heavy thud resounded, then howls and hisses. The Egress Army celebrated in their own way as the huge foe was felled.
Initially, they were worried whether Sigrun alone was enough to eliminate the field boss who had come all the way from the first floor to deal with them, but as it turned out, the battle didn't even last two minutes.
The Hearthwarden was strong.
However, what use was strength if the blade itself could not touch the target?
Toras was every bit the heavy hitter his appearance suggested. Unfortunately, he was slow and predictable for Elara.
