Finally, only two remained.
Xavier and the commander.
The battlefield fell eerily silent, the carnage stretching out around them like a graveyard. The commander charged, rage propelling its hulking form. Its sword came down in a brutal arc.
Xavier met it.
His daggers crossed in an X, catching the strike. The force rattled his arms down to the bone. He gritted his teeth, held firm, then twisted, shoving the sword aside.
'D-rank?' he thought, brow furrowing. Sweat dripped down his cheek.
This thing wasn't like the others. Its strength was real—no doubt about it.
It matched his power… and even exceeded it!
He hadn't chosen to deflect that last attack. He'd been forced to. His body had moved on instinct. This was no ordinary goblin. A D-rank Goblin Commander, it was very much stronger than normal D-rank beasts.
And deep down, Xavier knew—
This wasn't even the hardest part yet.
