The Game Difficulty Is Insane
Gray Eden is basically a single-player RPG game that you play alone.
At the same time, it encourages interaction through party play with NPCs.
Even if you do not form a party, as long as the player’s skill is good enough, it is possible to clear the game without major problems. Still, if you form a party, your overall combat power increases greatly.
Chaeng—!
And Glen had formed an incomplete yet excellently balanced party, and he was actively making use of it.
“Oof…….”
“Got you!”
Glen’s aggressive offense that ignored defense ended in failure, exposing an opening.
The Prophet Banproxy, who was more skilled than him, stretched out his arm to twist and seize Glen’s neck.
But that was as far as he got.
Shuuu— Kwaaang—!
Romina’s magic struck Banproxy’s shoulder, and Banproxy ended up letting go of Glen.
Chwat—!
“Khak!”
As a bonus, while retreating at point-blank range, Glen slashed Banproxy’s arm.
Since the opponent was skilled as well, the wound was not deep, but the damage was steadily piling up.
“Kuuhhh! Chel!”
Banproxy twisted his face in rage.
“Do something about that fly-like woman!”
Of course, that did not mean Chel was doing nothing.
Using her ability, shadows, she appeared from all directions and tried to eliminate Romina.
However, every attempt failed due to the three or four armed skeletons surrounding and protecting Romina.
“…….”
A sharp killing intent flashed through Chel’s black eyes.
‘There’s no opening.’
Knight Glen, enhanced by enchantment magic from Ridenhall, stood on the front line and fought the enemy very aggressively.
The witch Romina covered his openings with powerful magic, and on top of that, Ridenhall—an enchanter and also a summoner—was protecting both her and himself with high-grade skeletons.
‘This… can’t be broken through.’
Overall, it was an aggressive formation, but there was not even a single gap for the enemy to push into Glen’s party.
Banproxy, who boasted the strongest combat power among the prophets, was already being pushed back by the enchantment-enhanced Glen, and his wounds were increasing in real time.
If this continued, both she and Banproxy would be defeated without much trouble.
—Chel… my lovely doll of God. Only when you offer your insignificant life for the order does it find meaning.
Chel slowly closed her eyes and then opened them again.
An unfamiliar aura that had never been seen before swirled within her black eyes.
Soon, her shadow twisted into an ominous shape and began spreading in all directions through the passage.
‘This is good.’
The unexpected connections he gained—Romina and Ridenhall.
He formed a party with them, and although today was the first time they had tested their coordination, the result exceeded expectations.
Originally, Prophet Banproxy and Glen were roughly equal in skill.
However, once he received Ridenhall’s enchantment, that balance completely collapsed.
Chaeng—!
Banproxy’s gauntlet collided with Glen’s Einheria, and at the same time, Banproxy was pushed backward.
‘At this level, half a ring? No, maybe even more than that.’
At the very least, against Banproxy—who should have had the advantage in strength and speed—Glen was not being pushed back at all.
“Kraaaagh! I won’t let this go!”
Banproxy charged forward, screaming wildly.
Because of his innate potential ability that made him stronger as his wounds increased, his resistance grew fiercer with time—but only up to that point.
In strength, speed, and technique, Glen still held the advantage.
In the end, Banproxy’s ability was not enough of a variable to overturn the relentless offensive of Glen’s party.
Buuung—
Kkaang!
Half of his swings cut through empty air.
The other half were blocked by Einheria.
Whenever he forced himself to seize an opening, Romina’s interference came in.
And when Glen counterattacked, Banproxy’s face twisted in frustration.
“Damn it… bastard!”
All he could do was curse.
Of course, they still had one move left.
Tuhoaaak—
Chel, who had been quiet until now, began spreading her shadow in all directions.
A strange light flowed through Glen’s eyes.
He knew exactly what she was trying to do.
‘The destination of Shadow Wandering.’
It was Chel’s ultimate skill as a prophet—tearing her body into tens of thousands of shadow fragments to devour the space itself.
Because it was a self-destructive skill that sacrificed her life, its power was enough to defeat even an enemy one full ring stronger.
If it activated, even Glen’s party would suffer serious injuries or death.
But—
‘Knowing it means you already prepared a countermeasure, right?’
A smile flickered across Glen’s lips.
Long ago, Glen had made sure that everyone around him and the expedition’s officers memorized all information about the remaining prophets.
Hwoooong—
Suddenly, Ridenhall flew through the air along with the skeletons that had been guarding Romina.
At a glance, it looked like he was abandoning his role, but in truth, he was simply acting according to priorities.
Right now, he knew exactly what he needed to do.
“Krrk! Where do you think you’re going!”
Kkaaang—!
Sensing something suspicious about Ridenhall’s movement, Banproxy swung his fist hard and forced Glen back.
Then he kicked off the ground and tried—no, attempted—to block Ridenhall’s path.
Paak!
“I told you, I’m not slower than you.”
“Kuhhak!”
At some point, Glen had already caught up right beside Banproxy.
With a mocking smile, he drove a kick into Banproxy’s side.
Banproxy was slammed into the wall.
There was no one left to stop Ridenhall.
Clack clack—
Together with the three or four skeletons escorting him, he closed the distance to Chel, whose shadows were running wild.
From inside his fluttering robe, he took out a small scripture and raised it toward her, who was surrounded by pitch-black shadows.
Then he shouted,
“Even if you are in the deepest and darkest valley, my hand shall be with you!”
The voice of Ridenhall, once a saint beloved by God, resounded with authority through the passage.
In response, the book he held—the Holy Scripture of Saint Ridenhall, which he had received from Glen before the battle—began to turn its pages.
Chwararararak—
A golden halo.
Centered on Ridenhall, holy light spread in all directions.
Saaaaa—
The light illuminated the passage and soon erased the shadows and darkness surrounding Chel.
The pitch-black shadows were swept away, revealing Chel’s pale white face.
“……!”
Her eyes were wide open, unfocused.
She was panicking.
“This is the end. Heretic.”
As if passing judgment, Ridenhall’s eyes shone with pure white light.
At the same time, the skeletons surrounded the defenseless Chel.
The passage that had been filled with loud clashes of metal had now fallen silent.
“Ke… heh… uh…….”
Prophet Banproxy, who had swung his fists like a wild beast, lay on the ground with his body torn apart in many places, his breath extinguished.
Unlike Chel, he had no skills or abilities that required special caution, so he failed to create any variables and was defeated outright.
As the only 8-star among the prophets, his very existence was already a variable—what more could he be given?
“Good work.”
In any case, the one who was heading toward the main force where Cardinal Gracia and Commander Ignat were had fallen here, which alone was great news.
If the sins born from Banproxy and Opeile had attacked Gracia or Ignat together, the situation would have been ugly.
‘Handling him myself is a gain.’
