It wasn't long before they were ambushed by a group of minotaurs who were thin and seemingly placed here. The Sevese warriors sprang into action, drawing their weapons and preparing for battle. It was a ritual, a sacrifice of sorts. Kishin, who had never killed minotaurs in this manner, hesitated for a moment before joining the fray.
The battle was fierce and brutal, with both sides suffering heavy losses. Kishin found himself in the thick of the fight, his heart pounding in his chest as he swung his sword at the massive beasts. Despite his lack of experience cutting down large but weak enemies, he fought with a ferocity born of desperation, determined to protect his new companions at any cost.
Eventually, they emerged victorious, but not without casualties. Even with weakness, the enemies were so large Kishin couldn't slash them with his claw all at once. Kishin couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt and regret for those who had lost their lives, and he vowed to redouble his efforts in the future to prevent such tragedies from happening again. In the corners, priests had pushed this, and looked at Kishin with satisfaction.
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