Astaroth received Violette's message from inside the dungeon and nodded his head.
'It didn't her too long,' he thought.
Violette immediately accepted the invite as soon as he sent it, and four more names appeared on the party list. Aside from Violette's name, Astaroth read the other three.
The Warrior was called Jaxx; the Defender had named himself Meat-Shield, and the cleric, Jeanne d'Arc, which brought Astaroth's eyebrow up.
'A French name? We haven't crossed many of those in the game, yet.'
But his curiosity quickly died down, as he remembered the task ahead of them. He now only hoped these three players could pull their weight.
If a boss like this was the first one, what would become of the next ones? One thing also bothered him.
I apologize for yesterday's lack of chapters. I woke up feeling like a living dumpster fire (Migraines, fever, cold sweats, dizziness, the whole shebang) and looking at my screen was painful.