The air was thick with the cloying scent of crushed blossoms. Hannah didn't even manage to dissolve her artifact before the red monsters tore into her, devouring her where she lay until nothing remained but a stripped skeleton.
Having taken their revenge, the red monsters collapsed all at once, melting into pools of blood that quickly congealed into heaps of scattered bones—large and small, a nauseating sight.
"Where's the artifact?"
After waiting for a moment and seeing no sign of one forming from Hannah's remains, Phield frowned in confusion.
"She's not dead yet."
Rosalia's gaze sharpened as she scanned the surroundings. Hoisting her greatsword, she dashed up the mountain at full speed.
Phield, meanwhile, directed the black raven, using its vantage point to search for anything suspicious.
Inside a cave—
Peer, the Mountain Ape Baron's son, struggled forward with a bundle on his back. The expression on his face was far too cold for a child his age.
