Some compared the sight of soldiers falling in battle to that of falling flower petals. I was certain that the people who used that description had never been in the middle of a battlefield.0

“Push at the gate! Push them back!”0

Krrrrrr, krrr!0

Heads went flying. Right next to me, someone with a huge ax crushed a soldier in armor. Flesh tore apart and the metal armor cracked. On the battlefield, the boiling fighting spirit was omnipresent, like bubbles rising on the surface of hot swamp water.0

“Wait, what’s going on?” the Black Witch asked, confused. She wasn’t flustered by the horrors of the battle. She simply didn’t expect to be teleported in the middle of a battlefield. “Princess, how did this happen…? Wait, she’s not here. Has anyone seen a quest window pop up?” 0

“Not me.”0

“I haven’t seen anything.”0

The Black Witch clicked her tongue. “That’s harsh. Does she want us to figure out what to do on our own? Although the Indoor Librarian was strange, he was a kind Constellation... Phew.  Everyone, let’s fly up and check the battle status that way. That will give us some ideas at least.”0

The Black Witch put her foot forward, but she couldn’t fly. Her brow furrowed. “Huh? What? I can’t fly.”2

She was right. We were able to fly freely up to the thirty-first and thirty-second floors,...0