Susan supported Conni, while Carl propped up the Holy Knight. The four of them moved towards the dungeon exit.
BANG!
THUD...
The sounds of impact up ahead grew clearer.
Exiting the narrow passage, Quincy was fighting three individuals, spear shadows and blade lights interweaving and colliding.
The three men were almost identical in stature, appearance, and dress, each wielding a curved scimitar.
They moved with remarkable agility, their curved blades slashing from bizarre angles, forcing Quincy to retreat repeatedly.
"The Paul brothers!"
Upon seeing this, Susan pursed her lips. "Great Knight Quincy, do you need a hand?"
Quincy's expression was grim. As a Great Knight, he had rarely encountered trouble he couldn't handle in his years of wandering.
But today, he had repeatedly hit a wall.
He wanted to say he could handle it, but the mounting pressure made him hesitant to even divert his attention to speak.
