A ghastly head rolled to the ground, face frozen in eternal glee.
Harlowe seemed to be laughing even in the face of death.
However, it wasn't because he was fearless, but because he was lamenting his fate.
How hilariously fitting for someone as pathetic as him…
[You have slain Harlowe, the Jealous Jester Lv. 62]
[You have obtained 45,210 experience points.]
[You have obtained (1) Evil Eyeball.]
[You have obtained (4) Dark Sentry.]
Daru exhaled in relief and exhaustion, proceeding to pick up the severed head a moment later.
He looked around him.
The Damnedlings were trembling, and it seemed as though they wanted to burst into tears but could not.
A few dozen meters away, Caleb fell to his knees, then plopped face-first.
Many followed suit.
Perhaps the realization that they had truly succeeded sapped what remained of their strength, or rather, automatically paid back the debt they owed to their bodies for overworking them way past their limits.
