I charged straight at the goblins without hesitation.
The moment I moved, Berno followed right behind me, his sword flashing through the dim sewer light.
The goblins shrieked in panic—
"Kieeeek!"
—but they didn't stand a chance.
Our blades cut through them cleanly, one after another, until the only sounds left were the faint splashes of water and the dripping of blood from our swords.
When the last goblin fell, I finally caught my breath. That's when I noticed her.
"Blood… please… give me some bloooood…"
Lina.
She was crouched against the wall, trembling like someone who hadn't eaten in days. Her face was pale, her lips dry, and her voice weak—barely even a whisper.
"Lina?" I called softly, but she didn't respond.
Her eyes were unfocused, her body twitching as though she were fighting to stay conscious.
I sighed quietly and stepped closer. "…You're really helpless like this, aren't you?"
Then I extended my arm toward her.
"Hap—!"
Chomp.
