Gritting his teeth, Zich raised his hand and screamed at the top of his voice.
"Dieeeeee!"
A final Blood Arc erupted at close range.
BOOOOM!
The crimson slash exploded outward from inside the wound. The Marsh Tyrant's body stiffened violently, then sank heavily into the black water.
The water's surface churned for a long moment before finally, slowly growing still and silent.
[Field Monster Defeated]
Zich crawled out of the mud, completely drenched, his clothes covered in black filth, waves of pain radiating from his arms and shoulders.
Iron stood behind him, the damage to its pauldron clearly visible.
Slimy lay sprawled beside him, its body limp like a puddle of blue jelly.
This victory had not come easily in the slightest.
But before Zich could even catch his breath, the marsh's water level suddenly began to drop.
Not far away, a stone platform covered in black mud slowly rose up. Placed upon the platform was a sealed crate.
