Chapter 47: The 3rd One

"Little bug, let's see where else you can run."

The pitch-black first-floor lobby of the inn echoed with the Bear Goblin's mocking voice.

Like a moving mountain of flesh, it unhurriedly chased the staggering figure ahead of it, relishing the thrill of its prey struggling in despair.

Lady Basha was already in a wretched state. Her highly cherished Hand Half-Sword had been knocked away into some unknown corner. Her greying hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her rapid breathing sounded like a working bellows.

Relying on her familiar memory of the lobby's layout, she struggled to weave through the shattered remains of tables and chairs, narrowly dodging heavy slashes that could split boulders each time.