"Karmel, the last boss is behind this mountain."
"I know. Let's go."
"This is the last monster, right? After this, we're free."
"It should be the last one. After all, we cleared them all."
A group of 13 men and women trudged toward the towering mountain, their resolve unwavering despite the weight of the battles behind them.
***
"Karmel, this is the one. It's a ghost type, though, so physical attacks won't work on it. What should we do? The tanks are useless now."
"Don't worry. I'll tank and attack."
The man named Karmel stepped forward, his figure imposing yet calm as he faced the spectral creature.
They charged into battle, fighting with everything they had against the final foe.
***
"Karmel, it is over! We won."
"Yes, we won. But it cost the life of eight of our-..."
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Arlon's vision was once again covered by blackness.
