As the smoke cleared, the second wave behind the blown away fiends emerged, not slowing down at all. Behind him, the energetic adventurers charged with more vigor than the invaders, running past him.
"Nice one, Lord Schoeller!"
"Don't let him one-up us! Show him the strength of an adventurer!"
"Yeah!"
The first to confront the inhuman army was the Paladin himself, shining brightly like the rising sun. Among cyclops large enough to squash grown men beneath their feet, Charlemagne drew his sword from its sheath as it glistened with a divine grace.
From all directions, the colossal horrors that surrounded the Paladin raised their weapons in unison, seeking to snuff out the hero's flame–
"First Seal: Open," Charlemagne muttered.
