"Counterattack... we must counterattack, or our fate will only be death!"
Deske Flamgold gritted his teeth and spoke to his only two remaining companions.
However, Klein did not respond. In his blue eyes, an illusory clock was ticking. With each rhythmic turn of the hands, his expression grew more solemn, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Ingrid seemed to have lost the will to fight. She clutched her scepter, standing aside, and whispered, "No, we can't win."
"Stop, Deske."
"I beg you..."
Immediately, Deske shook his head slightly, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Ingrid had only joined the "Scarlet Blade" a year ago. Unlike them, adventurers born in the rough, this priestess was more like a hothouse flower, her battles mostly one-sided.
"I will not end like this!"
"Hunt... sworn enemy!"
In the end, Deske Flamgold, disregarding all else, flapped the wings on his back and flew towards the enemy.
"Evil-Crushing Slash!"
