The fight was chaotic but familiar—like rehearsing a deadly dance we knew too well. Maybe it was because the enemies were kind of similar to the other ones we already fought. Or perhaps, our teamwork improved.
Claude cut through with precision, Lexie hurled bombs like confetti, Terrius froze anything that came out of the ground like a certain princess, Allen and Etienne supported them like clockwork, and Noir, bless his sparkly, slippery soul, was still missing.
While my job will begin after the fight.
After what felt like a rock-themed mosh pit, the last golem finally crumbled. Dust coated our clothes, and statues of frozen giant centipedes stood everywhere.
I hacked up a wad of dust and rubbed my itchy nose and watery eyes. I think I swallowed half a hill.
We regrouped in the middle, panting, bruised, but alive.
