"It doesn't even start when we're doing this here. Let's go."
After a while I glanced at the cave wall with my hand, Ain said.
"I wonder if Ficke is somewhere in this cave too"
To Almark's doubt, Ein nods vaguely.
"I suppose so."
"If you don't go, you'll never know."
Then they walked out cautiously.
After a while when I start walking in the dark relying on the lights, I gradually start to lose my sense of time and distance.
The passage lasted unexpectedly long.
"How far does it go?"
Blurry as Ein was fed up, Almark's sense of smell had sensed a very slight rotten odor drifting from the end of the aisle.
"They're definitely close."
To Almark's words, Ein shrugs his shoulders.
How long would you have walked?
The aisle inadvertently widened and went out into a place like a large circular hall.
The walls continue as far up as a cut cliff, above, darkness.
Try pointing the light up, but you don't see anything like a ceiling within reach of the light.
"Oh man, I was just tired of walking already. I wonder what it is."
Almark controls Ein's attempt to walk out into the middle of the hall.
"Ain't going any further. I'm already here."
"What?"
Ein stops his leg and illuminates forward with a light.
The unreliable light lit up across the hall.
At the back wall, black lumps were nodding as they were dispersed in the darkness of the hall.
Chunks like darkness itself.
That's slowly starting to wake up that giant.
Rotten odor.
"Definitely. It's Eldain."
Almark shrugs, pulls out his sword.
"Ain't never gonna stand right in front of him. It's incredible."
"Okay."
Ein answers and disconnects the flame of the light from the wand.
The flames float and grow in the universe, softly illuminating the entire hall.
It's the art of fire.
In the light, the Warcraft roared in a grumpy manner.
In both eyes, the anomaly becomes dew.
Will the back length standing on four legs be more than double the height of the two?
Almost all of its body is covered in hard rough methyl.
The pointy protrusion at the point of the methyl is the sharpness that can only cause fatal injury to people.
Unlike a cow-like appearance, a sharp fang peeking from his mouth tells the story of this warcraft being a carnivore.
But above all, it's just one horn to the head.
Its horns shine darker in the light of the flames of fire, so long as they are comparable to Almark's long sword.
"This is"
Ain't got his eyes on Eldain and squeals.
"It's still a big difference between reading in a book and actually seeing it."
I can see you're under barometric pressure from Eldain's beauty.
Ain't no more afraid than you need to be.
"Oh, I know"
Ain't nodding at Almark's words.
From Eldain's mouth, an exhaling exhalation leaked.
Take a step toward the Almarks.
"Coming."
That's what Almark says and sets up his sword.
but when I saw a glimpse at its feet, I accidentally raised my voice.
"Ain, at his feet"
"Huh?"
Ein also gazed at Eldain's feet and immediately realized what it meant.
The foot of the Warcraft.
Something like a blurry cloth cut around that stood up leg.
It was the robe of the college uniform.
A robe that was chewed off a thousand times and torn apart.
It was definitely the remains of Ficke's robe.
"In that case, no more"
Almark groans.
"Did you eat it? Ficke."
Ain's voice trembled.
Almark raised his voice when he saw a new flame arise at the end of Ain's wand.
"Wait, Ain!
"How dare you?"
At the same time as his voice, Ain waved his wand.
Magic, flaming fingers used by Torque for two jarranons in the woods before. It was magic like it made it much more powerful.
Five large fireballs flew from Ain's wand, drawing their tracks toward the Warcraft.
And it stops moving perfectly where it reaches over the Warcraft.
and at the next moment, the five fireballs descended from separate angles onto the body of the Warcraft.
The explosion sounded, and the hall, for a moment, became as bright as outside.
But Almark, who saw it, did not hesitate.
"Run, Ain!
When he grabbed Ain's arm staring at the flames with his cane, Almark ran between the walls.
Immediately afterwards, out of the flames, a warcraft popped.
A red eye with no eyes glances at them.
Smoke is rising from some of the armor, but the Warcraft doesn't look like it's hurt.
He said it was intact.
Ain groaned as Almark grabbed his arm and ran.
"I told you on the way here, his weakness is in one place. We need to find it and hit it there. No other attack makes sense."
Almark tells Ain, but takes a look at Eldain, who went into combat after a fireball attack, and hands off.
Eldain shook his head.
The sound of the corners cutting the sky also reaches Almark's ears.
"I'll attract you."
Almark stopped and set up his sword.
"Just like I promised this morning, Ain't"
That's what I say, and I urge Ain to hand gesture away from himself.
"I do my job. You do your job too."
Almark shouted in a harsh voice.
"Turn your head as usual. Don't stop thinking. And a little more. Use your magic. After that I mourn Ficke."