CHAPTER 94: THE HELP ARRIVES

Rowan was still buried under shattered beams and cracked stones. Gilbert was still tangled with him. The impact earlier had left them both motionless. The pain was unbearable. Both of them had lost the strength to even move.

Though Rowan couldn’t move, he could still see what was happening before his eyes.

Logan dodged the orc’s attack and joined the hunter who still remained standing and fighting.

But they were getting cornered. It was clear that they would also be trampled if help didn’t arrive soon.

And then, the very thing he feared would happen... actually happened.

Suddenly, the orc dodged every incoming attack and punched the third hunter hard. He flew back like a ragdoll and slammed into a building.

Then it kicked Logan with full force. Logan suffered the same fate as the hunter. He was sent flying and crashed into a wagon, breaking it apart.

The orc strode toward Logan.

It was clear what its intention was.

Rowan panicked. He didn’t want Logan to die like this.

He had just gotten to know him. And for the first time in his life, he felt that not everyone was a hypocrite. Not everyone was selfish. Someone existed who wasn’t shackled by dirty politics—someone who wasn’t driven by the lust for power.

Rowan used every last bit of his energy to push himself up. He just wanted to help Logan—no matter what. But just after rising slightly, he thudded onto the ground again. He gritted his teeth and tried again. But it was no use.

The orc was already there.

And just then...

Rowan saw something.

A group of people rushing toward them.

One! Two! Three!... Seven!

There were a total of seven of them.

Among them was a tall figure in a thick leather coat. A massive hammer hung from his back. He stopped and brought the hammer to the front. Then, without delay, he hurled it toward the orc.

The orc was about to stomp on Logan. But at that very moment, the massive hammer shot through the air with a deep hum and slammed into its back.

And... boom!

The orc was sent flying. It crashed into a building.

The other six also came to a halt. One of them raised her hand. She wore a dark combat suit.

A massive fireball formed out of thin air above the horde of remaining monsters. She brought her hand down like she was commanding someone to kneel. It looked graceful—almost like art. But the fireball descended like a storm and slammed into the monsters.

They tried to run, but alas! Most of them were reduced to ash, leaving behind only soft trails of ember-light, like fading sparks from a dying flame.

Then, among the group, one person began scanning the area—searching for something. Her eyes finally locked onto Rowan’s position. She sprinted toward him. The others marched forward.

Rowan couldn’t clearly see who the person was at first. But when she got close, Rowan recognized her.

He didn’t know whether to feel relieved or angry.

Because the one sprinting toward him was Daliah.

"Damn that brat! I clearly told her to get back home soon." He felt a flicker of anger. But it faded in an instant. "But I’m glad she didn’t. She brought help. Otherwise..."

He didn’t finish the thought. He didn’t want to.

Daliah reached him and hugged him tightly. Tears rolled down her cheeks like rainwater.

"I told you not to stay behind." She choked through her sobs. "Are you happy now?". Rowan wanted to respond, but no words came out. He had no energy left.

Another woman came up behind Daliah. She had a small bow strapped to her back. She knelt beside them. It was Lily.

"Princess, calm down, please. Let me heal them both first," she said gently.

Daliah let go of Rowan and stepped aside as Lily began healing.

Lily placed her hand lightly on Rowan’s chest. A faint light began to glow. Warmth surged through his body. He could feel his wounds closing. Strength and stamina slowly returned.

Meanwhile, the other five who came with Daliah and Lily didn’t stop. They marched forward toward the horde of monsters and began massacring them.

One of them, wearing a sleeveless cloak, raised his right hand. A fiery blaze shot from his palm. It was Kyle. The blaze consumed the goblins.

The woman who had conjured the fireball earlier was Jasmine. She followed Kyle, and her targets were the dire wolves.

The one with the hammer was Hervy. The other two were Duke and Leo. The three of them sprinted toward the orc.

The orc had already gotten up. It roared and charged again, furious. Its earlier prey had slipped away, and that only made it angrier.

Logan slowly stood up. Moments ago, he had been sure he was going to die. But now, the help everyone had been waiting for had finally arrived. His strength was completely drained. He was in no condition to continue the fight. So, the only thing he could do was watch from the sidelines.

He could tell that the three who now faced the orc were strong. Two of them were at least Tier Four. The third one wasn’t weak either—he was Tier Three.

The one with the hammer, Hervy, swung it straight at the orc. The orc had already picked up its axe. It swung back to meet the blow.

The weapons collided.

Clang!

A shockwave rippled through the air. Both of them skidded back.

But the orc didn’t even have time to breathe. The other two—Leo and Duke—rushed forward.

Duke conjured an ice blade and slashed at the orc. It blocked the strike with its axe.

But just then, Leo launched a punch. His hand was wrapped in thick layers of earth like a gauntlet.

The punch slammed squarely into the orc’s gut.

It flew back but struck something mid-flight—

An earth wall.

Before it could even recover, a hammer came crashing down with terrifying force.

It was Hervy again.