My eyes were locked on the chaotic battle, gripped by despair.
Fredrinn's seemingly invincible Dark Knight armor was now riddled with cracks under the relentless assault of the seven ruin bosses, and blood was seeping from the gaps.
Zagna was a complete wreck; it had lost two of its four arms, and there was a massive hole in the center of its chest, opened by the dark elf.
Despite this, it was trying to repel the massive ice golem and the silverback gorilla with its remaining two arms. They would not last much longer. The moment they fell...
My gaze shifted to Sethrak, lying on the ground.
She slept with a calm expression, unaware of the apocalypse raging around her. I knew that the moment Fredrinn and Zagna fell, she and I would be completely defenseless. This meant certain death for both of us.
I did not have the luxury of a choice. But I was still afraid.
