Ragnar's Personal Attack!

The remaining Liberators, now numbering seven, were a shadow of their former heroic selves.

Jaren, the spearman, was dead, his loss a heavy blow.

They were battered, bruised, and their arguments had escalated from bickering to outright shouting matches, mostly instigated by a furious and increasingly erratic Miyamoto Masakado.

Isabelle Thorne, her face pale and drawn, fought with a grim determination, but even her legendary stamina was waning.

They had finally, after what felt like an eternity of bloodshed, fought their way across the "Endless Grind" chamber of the second floor.

"Stairs..." Torvin the Tank gasped, leaning heavily on his dented shield.

"Up. Must be the Demon King's throne room."

"About time!" Masakado snarled, wiping Orc blood from his cheek.

"I'm going to take that fiend's head and use his skull as a dice cup!"

His bravado was wearing thin, replaced by a raw, desperate anger.