With a final, decisive strike, Rafael's sword pierced the Golem's chest, shattering its core. The Golem let out a final, guttural groan before collapsing into a heap of rubble.
The adventurers rushed towards Rafael, lifting him onto their shoulders and throwing him into the air, cheering for him in unison.
"Rafael! Rafael!" they chanted, their voices echoing through the streets.
"He seems popular, doesn't he?" Dakrea asked, observing the enthusiastic crowd surrounding Rafael.
"He is," an unfamiliar voice affirmed from behind them.
The three of them startled at the sudden voice, turning to see a boy with blue hair looking at the mess of the wall earlier destroyed by the Golem.
Artyom and Ulyana's eyes widened. "Sir Bima!" they exclaimed in surprise.
Bima smiled. "Hey, you guys know me?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
Bima... who's he... Dakrea thought, his curiosity piqued.
