Colin focused his mind, quickly driving the throbbing pain from his head while drawing upon the energy stored in his Armor to maintain the Haste spell.
A dark shadow lunged down from above.
Taking a closer look, he saw it was a tall, slender figure.
It wore a long black robe, the chest of which was covered in pale silver metal plates that resembled some kind of Armor. The creature's head was that of a purple-skinned, four-tentacled octopus, slick with slime.
A tentacle on its octopus head extended, and a low voice once again echoed in Colin's mind. 'Drop all your weapons.'
'Yes, that's right. I really should drop my weapons.'
'In a chaotic battle like this, I have to drop my weapons to make sure I don't become a target. I'm a Caster, so this is exactly what I should do.'
Colin drew the Giant Sword from his back and Burning Blood from his waist, one after the other, and threw them to the ground.
In his peripheral vision, he glimpsed his companions.
