บท 109: Chapter 55: Disorder (4)

Noyar gasped, looking at Oscar’s figure from afar. She turned towards where the beast fell—it was quite low and still writhing with agony. A sword penetrating to the neck. That’s a serious injury no matter how you look at it. Not to mention, Oscar rammed his sword more than half a dozen times.

Still, there seemed to be something she was missing.

“It's not dead,” Oscar spoke, "far from it, nor is it over yet.”

"How are you doing fine after all that?"

"Told you we're separated from our physical bodies," Oscar said. "Our minds are only tricking us to feel them, but turns out I know a trick or two as well."

He looked around to find the stairs as well as where everyone else was. There was still a distance to cover, different staircases to traverse—the beast won’t be down for long. The faster they reach, the better they will be.