"They're here!"
Lance gave a reminder, but he didn't draw a weapon. Instead, he pulled out the conch horn, ready to control the field.
Paracelsus, who had been silent for a long time, was the first to rummage through her pockets. The crisp clinking of potion bottles sounded as if she were weighing which one to use.
But Grendel had already made her move.
She lifted her hand and scattered a handful of grass seeds. The power of a Champion Spellcaster burst forth; even without the blessing of mask and Magic Wand, she could easily merge with nature.
The grass seeds fell onto the filth that had accumulated in the Beast Lair for who knew how many years. With a simple gesture, they sprouted and grew, instantly becoming a small patch of grass.
Right then, three small Flesh Devourers burst out from the darkness ahead and behind under the torchlight.
