Sure enough, the face of a young, pretty elf is suddenly inserted into the hole.
"Hello?? Little light?? Do not fear the Vanquisher, my blade only stains itself with the blood of the wicked and perverted!"
Jiaoying slips into the shadows quietly.
Solomon wants to tell her goodbye, but he knows that the moment to do so has passed.
They lock eyes one final time before she fades from view, and he turns away.
"You're really attached to that Vanquisher name, huh, Nila...?"
When Solomon steps into the light, Nila's face starts to light up. "Friend Solomon, it is you! The others couldn't figure out..." Nila's face suddenly sours. "Why are you naked!?"
Solomon blinks as he looks down at himself.
When turning into a minotaur last night, he didn't have time to remove his clothes beforehand.
His pants burst apart like water balloons, and his boots became scraps of leather.
"...I had to change. It was an emergency."
"Oh. Your horny-headed form."
"...You can just say minotaur."
