Rebirth

The fight ended quickly. From Sylvie’s perspective, there wasn’t much of a fight. It was just Merlin bombarding his spell towards the knights. Not the same type of person that she has traveled with inside the dungeon instance. A contrast brought about by the mental state of the demon.

“Have you cooled down yet?” She asked as Merlin returned to his normal form. Downing a mana potion to reduce the hp loss.

“It just pisses me off.” Merlin replied.

“I can’t blame you, I’d be boiling with rage if someone intrudes inside my dungeon as well.”

“No. Not that.” Merlin said.

He’s angry about something else entirely. Merlin is angry about his own incompetence. He thinks that, if he only planned better and proceeded with a better grasp of the whole situation, this wouldn’t happen. He’s incompetent. Weak. And because of his lack, most of his troops are dead.

The only one left is Teach and even this kobold is at death’s doors. Breathing what seems to be its last breaths as the state of the creature
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