"Oh, brilliant star fallen to the mortal realm! Shield of Guardian, arriving in the hour of despair! Your might is enough to make a Giant Dragon bow its head, your radiance..."
Witnessing the miraculous scene, the Minstrel Galvis nearly forgot the danger around him. He couldn't resist plucking his strings and launching into an exaggerated aria of praise, as if this were not a bloody battlefield, but a stage for the singing of epics.
Roland, however, paid the flowery prose no mind.
He quickly transferred the heavily injured and unconscious Reggie from his arms to Teresa's, his instructions delivered with extreme speed yet perfect clarity.
"Take care of him. Fall back. Get away from this area."
During this brief handover, the inky black tentacles—which had just been repelled and even partially annihilated by a spiritual storm—began to surge madly from the creature's body once more.
They twisted and writhed, launching a new, more ferocious assault, like a relentless tide.
