Chapter 78: Aftermath

The words ripple through the adventurers like a shockwave.

Their leader, their strongest warrior—the one they believed to be invincible—has fallen.

"Impossible…" one of them whispers, his sword trembling in his grip.

"We're finished," another breathes, taking a shaky step back. "If even Sir Grath lost—there's no way we can win this!"

The monsters, the so-called mindless beasts they came to slaughter, are standing tall, bloodied but victorious. The pressure weighing down on them is no illusion anymore.

It's real.

"We have to run!" an adventurer shouts, panic fully gripping him now. "Fall back! FALL BACK!"

Like a dam breaking, chaos erupts.

Some adventurers immediately turn and flee, their survival instincts overriding any sense of duty or greed. Others hesitate, looking at their fallen comrades, their broken formations—before the fear finally takes hold and they follow.

Weapons are dropped. Shields abandoned.