Chapter 67 - Tricksters and Terrors
Kkiiiiiik!!
A piercing, bone-chilling shriek echoed through the air as thick fog rolled into the boss room. The temperature plummeted like a midwinter night.
And then, they came.
Legless phantoms, their figures trailing like smoke, began to swirl and rage throughout the room.
Each one held in its grip a reaper's scythe—Specters, incarnations of death itself.
The boss room, invaded by the Specters, quickly plunged into utter chaos. The impostor scowled, fury rising, and shouted,
"…Was this your plan?"
Pete only gave a nonchalant shrug.
In that instant, dozens of Specters descended directly onto the Three-Horned Goblin. Within seconds, Nuada's enormous body was engulfed, completely buried in ghostly bodies.
Clang! Thud!
A tremendous impact rang out.
The impostor's voice trembled with suppressed rage.