"It was a light wave."
These were Oara's words after returning from killing Ghoulra.
The cry of a ghoul, as if rising from the depths of the underworld.
The scale of it was dizzying.
The existence of Ghoulra, whose arm could stretch unnaturally.
For an average person, panic would have been understandable, but Enkrid couldn't help but agree with Oara's words.
Four squires, two junior knights, and one knight.
