Pulling my sword out of the boss's head, it turned into a beam of light, and a gentle white glow covered my arms. It had the same pattern as the juices of the flowers that I used to make the oath.
Raising a clenched fist—
Tap.
I bumped fists with Arthurr who had turned back into a singular body.
Neither of us was in a rush because we could sense that the mana around us had begun to settle and that there was only one mana signature in each of the two arenas that our other teammates were in.
Arthurr pulled out my bag from his inventory and handed it over to me.
I sure could've used you during the start of the fight.
Turns out that Sarakit had made the correct decision to keep her bag on her body.
The two of us drank our potions and watched as the walls began to lower.
Shhhhhrrrk—boom!
My eyes first saw Sarakit. Her skin looked like she had eaten one too many spicy peppers.
"Hey," she smiled as she turned to us. Then, she stumbled forward.
