[You have killed level 32 E-Rank Tusker]
[You have gained 400 Lives]
The two warriors' weapons fell from their locked fingers.
Moon was on them in an instant. He slapped restraining runes onto both of their backs before the paralysis wore off. The runes activated, and their bodies went rigid, pinned to the stone beneath them.
Moon stood in the center of the battlefield, staff in hand, and looked over his work.
Moon turned his head toward the spirit. It stood guard near the bodies of the healer, archer, and two mages, its mismatched eyes scanning them with vigilance.
Moon stored the tusked beast's body in his ring, then grabbed the brute and the tank by the backs of their armor and dragged them across the stone. He placed all six Evolvers next to each other in a row, their bodies lined up against a flat section of rock.
