Beneath the dusky skies, a nauseating crack sounded as yet another (S-) ranked corpse was destroyed by a vicious hammer blow from one of the ten adventurers.
However, this time, the Necrollin didn't throw a short tantrum like it did earlier.
Nookie merely gazed at the humans coldly, engraving each of their faces deep into its memory, a single teardrop sliding down its left cheek.
For the more faint-hearted ones, the evolved necrollin's actions were extremely disturbing, making their hearts pound wildly in negative anticipation of what was to come in the future.
"Everyone, stay calm! The monster is down to its last two puppets. The Ember Wyvern poses little threat, so focus on taking down the Bloodwyrm. Victory is within our reach—don't lose your composure, and don't rush! Stay steady and secure a slow, but certain, victory!" The leader, Abel, said.
