บท 195: The Chatty Half-Elf

"Watch your right, Draven!" Elandris's excited voice cut through the clamor of the battle, her words sharp and clear despite the chaos.

"I know," I replied, my voice steady and calm, as if the monsters closing in from all directions didn't even matter.

The truth was, they didn't. Not to me. The undead goblin king, my minotaur devil servant, and the hobgoblin devil servant were wreaking havoc with brutal efficiency. Trolls, ogres, and grotesque creatures spawned by the dungeonification lurched forward, but each of my summoned forces dispatched them with ruthless precision. The goblin king swung its massive, rotting club, smashing an ogre's head into pulp with a single, deafening blow. The minotaur's heavy hooves crushed a pack of kobolds beneath its weight, while the hobgoblin devil danced between monsters, its fiery claws leaving trails of dark flames in its wake.