"What in the hell..."
He wiped his forehead and whispered, his heart still pounding with fear.
"Those Green Skin bastards have been getting more and more brazen lately. To think they'd dare show up in a group on the outskirts of the Black Forest like this... It was unthinkable before. And you saw them—each one was built like a small mountain, and they had some damn good coordination!"
Recalling the perilous encirclement, especially the Hand Axe that had nearly split him in two, Holland still felt a chill on the back of his neck.
Roland, supporting him, picked up on the topic and asked in a natural tone.
"Are the Demons around here... all this tough? Even an experienced Adventurer like you, Mr. Holland, has such a hard time dealing with them?"
His gaze fell on the simple, faintly glowing Holy Emblem around Holland's neck.
That precise beam of pure Holy Light that had descended during the fight to strengthen him... though the Holy Power it contained felt a little...
