In the foremost vanguard of the north, the last remnants of the monsters were cut down by the united forces of the adventurers. Phoenix used his flaming slash to cleave through a wave of kobolds, expending the final drops of his mana as he breathed out.
"Is that all of 'em?" The hairy adventurer huffed, raising his bloodied axe.
The woman with armor leaving her toned abdomen exposed huffed as her messy, blonde hair swayed, raising her mace from the back of a fallen orc.
Plucking his sword from a body, the adventurer in dented armor spoke up, "All except one, I believe–though it's best we don't intervene."
Phoenix watched amongst the others, witnessing the battle that the legendary Paladin was deeply engrossed in. It was a fantastical display, a work of art to witness for those that spent their lives growing stronger, fighting and surviving–
