"MUOOO—!!"
The roar shook the air.
As if answering that thunderous cry, monsters burst into view—Minotaurs among them—charging forward in a chaotic stampede.
"Don't let them reach the city!!"
"They're too fast!"
"Then get ahead of them—stop them somehow!"
Knights rushed past us, armor battered and stained, clearly having already fought these creatures.
The monsters were covered in shallow wounds, yet none of them showed any sign of slowing down. If anything, they looked even more desperate—driven by panic rather than reason.
Straight toward us.
"Louis! Let's run!"
Lisa, who had finally regained her composure, grabbed my sleeve, panic written all over her face.
But despite the chaos unfolding before my eyes, I felt… calm.
Too calm.
Because there was no need to run.
We already had a monster on our side—one far more terrifying than the ones charging at us.
"Ho ho… so these are the ones," Vermut said quietly.
"The escapees."
"MUOOO—!!"
