Chapter 67 - Tricksters and Terrors
Kkiiiiiik!!
A piercing, bone-chilling shriek echoed through the air as thick fog rolled into the boss room. The temperature plummeted like a midwinter night.
And then, they came.
Legless phantoms, their figures trailing like smoke, began to swirl and rage throughout the room.
Each one held in its grip a reaper's scythe—Specters, incarnations of death itself.
The boss room, invaded by the Specters, quickly plunged into utter chaos. The impostor scowled, fury rising, and shouted,
"…Was this your plan?"
Pete only gave a nonchalant shrug.
In that instant, dozens of Specters descended directly onto the Three-Horned Goblin. Within seconds, Nuada's enormous body was engulfed, completely buried in ghostly bodies.
Clang! Thud!
A tremendous impact rang out.
The impostor's voice trembled with suppressed rage.
"I don't know how you summoned the Specters… but for daring to defile my throne room, you'll pay with your life."
