"Phew..."
Hearing the notification, Zich pulled Frostgrave free and stepped backward, preventing the falling corpse from trapping his weapon beneath it.
His chest was heaving, and both hands still felt faintly numb from the continuous fighting.
Although he had succeeded in killing the monster, he had to admit that the Goblin King was far stronger than the ordinary goblins he had encountered previously.
Without Iron continuously restraining it from the front and the opportunities created by Nadia and the White Tiger, defeating it so smoothly would have been far more difficult.
Nevertheless, the battle was finally over.
Silence settled over the staircase. Apart from the White Tiger's heavy breathing and the metallic scrape of Iron withdrawing its black greatsword from beneath the battleaxe, no other sounds could be heard.
A few seconds passed before the silence was broken.
Clang!
A shield fell onto the stone steps.
