In the depths of darkness, Arie's voice resonated, carrying a blend of mischief and allure. "No, I'm serious! She just walked into my room one night, and... you know," she said, a cheeky grin adorning her slightly flushed face.
Arthur's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and fascination. "No fucking way."
Arie chuckled, her laughter a tantalizing melody. "I swear to the gods," she replied, her chuckles blending with the air.
"Damn... nice" Arthur responded, his voice laced with admiration and a touch of wickedness.
Arie playfully scolded him while her laughter lingered. "Stop being a fucking pervert."
Arthur's laughter joined hers, a moment of lightness in the midst of shadows. "Okay, okay..." His tone shifted abruptly, his voice growing serious. "Goblins."
Arie's curiosity flared, her eyes locking onto Arthur's gaze. "What about goblins?"
Arthur's voice carried urgency, the weight of impending danger evident. "Three of them, no... four, and something else—probably another goblin, but I can't be sure."
Arie's determination sparked within her. "Can we take them?"
"Is 'no' even an option?" Arthur countered, his confidence seeping through his words.
Arie's resolve solidified. "No."
"Then yeah, we can take 'em," Arthur affirmed, the resonance of conviction resonating in his voice.
With cautious steps, they traversed the labyrinthine corridors of the dimly lit dungeon, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air.
Arie halted them momentarily, her hands shimmering with divine energy. "Hold on for a second." She cast a protective barrier of divine light over herself and Arthur, fortifying their defenses.
Arie turned to Arthur, her gaze seeking reassurance. "You got my back?"
Arthur nodded resolutely, his eyes alight with determination. "Yeah."
A surge of adrenaline coursed through Arie's veins as she charged forward, her blade cleaving through the ranks of goblins with deadly precision. One, two, three fell before her effortless onslaught. Meanwhile, Arthur advanced steadily, his movements precise as he deflected the goblin's strikes. With a fluid motion, he drove his sword into the creature's stomach, eliciting a pained scream. The goblin stumbled, running aimlessly before Arie swiftly decapitated it, severing its connection to life.
"You're getting better," Arie remarked, her cheerful demeanor shining through.
Arthur's expression softened, a genuine warmth filling his eyes. "Thanks." Gratitude dripped from his words, a sincere acknowledgment of their friendship . "Wait... there's something else—"
Before Arthur could complete his sentence, a monstrous tower of an ogre emerged from the suffocating shadows, its colossal presence casting a shadow over their hopes.
Arie's voice quivered with incredulity. "Tell me something, Arthur. How the hell did you not sense that thing? It's like a hundred feet tall!"
Arthur's demeanor shifted, his body seizing with terror, his eyes betraying his fear.
Arie's voice pierced through the mounting dread as she yelled at Arthur to snap out of it. Without hesitation, she sprinted toward the ogre, determination guiding her every step. She leaped into the air, utilizing a divine platform to vault over the ogre's towering form, aiming to drive her sword deep into its skull.
Swoosh
The ogre's reaction defied its colossal size, its arm lashing out with lightning speed. Arie's body collided with the ogre's strike, her form sent hurtling across the room to crash brutally against the unforgiving stone wall.
Arthur stood frozen, his entire being trembling as he bore witness to the unfolding tragedy.
The ogre, its sadistic desire for slaughter evident in its glowing eyes, advanced slowly toward the battered and weakened Arie. She attempted to rise, but her strength failed her, leaving her at the mercy of the monstrous creature. The ogre lifted her effortlessly, subjecting her to a brutal barrage of impacts against the unyielding wall, before finally discarding her limb body to the ground.
Arthur remained rooted to the spot, his voice lost, his body paralyzed by fear. The ogre's gaze shifted toward him, its eyes burning crimson with an insatiable thirst for blood.
In that perilous moment, a spike erupted from the ground, piercing the ogre's side, its agonized roar filling the chamber.
Roxy's voice cut through the suffocating tension. "How'd you like that, you green piece of shit?" Her words dripped with venom as she continued to assail the ogre with an onslaught of stone spikes, each one finding its mark until the beast succumbed to its wounds.
Roxy's eyes shifted slowly toward Arie, her feet propelling her toward her fallen friend . She called out desperately, "Heal! Heal!" Her hands emitted a pulsating green aura, but to her dismay, her restorative magic bore no fruit. "Why isn't it working? Why isn't she healing?"
Ben's sorrowful voice shattered the lingering hope. "You can't heal the dead..."
Devastation washed over Roxy, her eyes welling with tears. Her grief quickly morphed into seething rage as she stormed toward Arthur, her fist connecting with his face in a punishing blow.
"How the hell could you let this happen?" Roxy's voice trembled with fury and anguish. "You were supposed to watch her back, but instead, you're over here drenched in your own piss. You're a fucking disgrace."
Arthur struggled to find his voice, his words trapped in a whirlpool of guilt and despair.