Having chosen the Job class he wanted, he immediately removed the summoned katana from his hands. Dispersing in the air as well as the armor on his shoulders.
Another wave of enemies was incoming and he was staring at the flooding enemies. Imps dyed in blood were just ahead of the road. Dancing while chanting their undistinguishable rant.
The road was going upwards as he began to ascend the dirt road. As he thought that it was better to surprise them, he hesitated first and sneaked in the dark as he approaches them.
They seemed to be loud with their talking and giggling as Joan approached them. Carrying nothing in his hands, he can only wry as he was not being seen.
Little by little, step by step, he moved slowly but he accidentally stepped on the stick. Breaking it into two as well as making it sound.
They all stared in his direction and he was awkwardly crouching, sneaking just a few meters away from them.
