On Link's panel, the newly emerged [Heroism] shone brilliantly. The attributes that had fallen due to the damage of the Soul Cloak surprisingly rose back up under the effect of [Heroism], and the lifeless half of his crippled body was no longer a shackle.
At this moment, as long as Link hadn't completely died, he would not stop.
In the torrent of mushrooms, that figure moved with sword lights across the scene, where gray-white fragments scattered layer by layer wherever he passed.
Seeing his determined appearance, Lin Jun uncommonly reflected on herself—have I been talking a bit too much lately?
Maybe I should cut down on the taunts and instead offer reassurances and acceptance while fighting, to reduce the enemy's potential to go berserk?
However, it's too late to say this now; let's handle the issue at hand first.
[Servant Maker]
A magic vortex shot high into the sky, sweeping up the Puki fragments piled like a mountain.
