The moment after that name appeared at the bottom of my vision, a long red bar just below it indicating the Health Points of the present boss, the reality of the situation fully sank in.
At the same time, a strangely high-pitched organ began to play, resounding deeply throughout the chapel's hall.
Immediately, I noticed the Protagonist materialise a weapon into his grasp―a small wooden club, alongside a vial of something like glowing water. Pouring the contents onto the end of the weapon, it started glowing a pure white, the waste then being tossed before promptly vanishing into nothing.
Then, gripping the club firmly with both hands, I noticed a multitude of rings shuffling magically about on its wielder's fingers.
After just one second, he appeared to be finished, and four distinct auras began to emanate from his body in a bizarre amalgamation, including one of eerie crimson, one of snow white, one of steel grey, and one of emerald green.
