The moment Berserk entered the plaza, she mulled over the strange sense of incongruity that had abruptly diminished, then turned her head back toward the monster.
The roughly three-story-tall giant formed from fused monsters gleamed under the reflected light of the torches.
Shwaak!
She glanced at another arrow streaking in.
The arrow, powerful enough that even she would have had difficulty stopping it, shot past the giant in an instant and flew toward the robed demon.
Judging by where it stood and by its very appearance, if there was a Great Demon here, that had to be it.
A truly excellent aimed shot.
BOOM!
Immediately afterward, the arrow reached the enemy’s vicinity and exploded with a tremendous sound.
A roar so loud it was difficult to imagine it had been caused by a mere arrow.
[My…….]
However, the result it achieved was somewhat meager compared to all that noise.
The circular blast of wind shattered the stone paving and cracked the surrounding buildings, yet failed to inflict any damage whatsoever upon its target.
[I thought you’d have been trampled to death on the front line.]
Shweeeek.
Naturally, that was not because there was anything wrong with the arrow.
The decisive variable was the Dullahan that suddenly leaped from the mountain of corpses.
She had thought the demon was relying solely on the giant, but apparently the robed demon had prepared its…