"Taula?" Klaus managed to wheeze out as his eyes blinked against the harsh moonlight.
She was the last person he expected to see standing in the ruins of a merchant town.
The A-rank adventurer stood like an ivory pillar with her heavy axe still locked against Kahn's rotting hammer.
"Klaus!"
Another voice that was higher and filled with frantic terror called out his name.
Astrid, the Guild's receptionist, came sprinting toward them through the debris. Her face was pale and her breath hitched as she saw the carnage but as she got closer, her steps faltered.
She stopped ten feet away, her eyes widening as they landed on the man staggering back from Taula's axe.
The dungeon gate behind him flickered one last time and vanished into nothingness, leaving the rot-covered giant standing alone in the moonlight.
"Big brother…" Astrid whispered.
Kahn's single remaining pupil dilated.
He looked at his sister while breathing and his nose made a wet bubbling sound.
