More than a thousand people on the wasteland walked on the edge of a death cliff like this.
The sudden arrival of heavenly troops destroyed the demons that were about to claim their lives.
A few quickly gathered up the spoils on the ground.
At this moment, the knight in gray heavy armor, who had fought the Heavy Hammer Demon alone, rode his armored warhorse towards Kane and his crew.
He placed the giant lance on the rack beside his horse, dismounted, and removed his heavy helmet.
The face under the helmet was surprisingly that of a mature woman with delicate features. The heavy armor wrapped around her body had misled Kane and the others into mistaking her gender. Her short golden hair was somewhat messy, perhaps from long neglect.
"Thank you for your rescue. I'm Trish, Deputy Commander of the Ranger Corps."
She extended her armored arm, thumped her chest, and saluted Kane and the others.
