[You have slain a Fallen Devil, Defiled Witness.]
[Your shadow grows stronger.]
[You have received a Memory…]
A swarm of fearsome Nightmare Creatures flowed up the slope of the small mountain valley, rushing toward the crest of the road, where a handful of Awakened warriors were preparing to make their stand. The eyeless abominations were moving with ferocious determination, covering many meters with each stride as viscous saliva streamed from their terrifying maws.
To their right was the slope of the mountain, while to their left was a canyon that grew deeper and deeper as the road climbed up.
Standing at the top of the hill, Quentin, Belle, Dorn, and Luster studied the approaching avalanche of monsters with grim apprehension. Lowering the enchanted sledgehammer off his shoulder, the striker of the melee vanguard glanced at his comrades and spoke in a reserved tone:
"What do you think?"
Belle readied his sword and smiled.
