Boom.
The body of a large scorpion flame beast slammed into the ground after Cyran pierced its sixth eye with an arrow. A large crater was created where the body landed. Though not tired, the Eight-Half Elves sigh.
"That was the last of them," Dorren, a handsome young man and one of the four Half-Elves who would be entering the Flame Tower, said, sheathing his sword.
Kent smiled and jumped down from a tree he had stood on while the Half-Elves fought. All around the five-mile radius, there were seven bodies of flame beasts, the strongest being the Six Wooden Leg Spider.
It had already refined its core six times, and the strength it packed wasn't something the eight Half-Elves had expected.
Thankfully, they had the Princess to help tilt the odds in their favor. She had already refined her core six times, and on the last—
Even so, she had to press on hard before they took down the spider.
