A few moments ago, inside the castle grounds, while the Nyx Triangle was busy subjugating the Stringless Puppeteer, the king, along with Kizeler and Arctic, were dealing with the doll monster with several heads and arms.
Despite their advantage in number, the monster remained unstoppable; it wreaked havoc, not paying any attention to the damage it caused around the place.
Kizeler, without his Legacy's help, was nothing but a foot soldier, though he could still give Arctic several seconds to catch her breath. Even the king's ice magic was not enough to pin down the monster.
"This is hopeless; how should we kill that thing?" Kizeler panted as he made a few steps backward to rest.
"It's almost immune to elemental attacks, and we're nowhere near in terms of power," he blurted out as he looked at Arctic's back.
The next second, he sighed and strengthened his grip on his sword before jumping in to face the monster once more.
