"I can see the fire. I can still see the tiny flames—"
"There must not be enough blood—"
"Bring me the whip, quickly! Ahhh, Friede, can you hear me?"
As long as the strange creature before them was not a boss, they would be fine.
That was what Zane and the others were thinking.
The priest seemed to notice them entering the church. Still muttering, he slowly raised his head. "Ah, you. Go fetch Friede."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Tessa looked at Zane.
Zane shook his head and was about to speak.
Then a nun in a dark gray robe slowly emerged from the side.
A hood hid most of her face in shadow, and she carried a huge scythe almost as tall as she was.
The nun ran her free hand slowly along its sharp edge. Barefoot on the cold stone tiles, she walked toward Zane and the others. "Father, there's no need for the whip yet. These lost souls have merely disturbed the flame. Please close your eyes. I'll deal with them at once."
"Get ready!"
The moment Zane saw the armed nun, he knew something was wrong.
Sure enough.
As soon as she finished speaking, the faint candlelight in the hall flickered violently, and a mournful, chilling soundtrack began to play.
Along with the music came a long health bar above her head.
A name appeared beside it.
[Limited-time Boss: Sister Friede]
"Attack! Focus her down!"
Zane raised his spear and struck first.
The nun was nowhere near as enormous as a dragon. Beside the Prison Rock players, she even looked frail.
So they weren't too nervous.
But.
The moment they attacked.
They realized their mistake.
She was too fast!
Even surrounded by dozens of Prison Rock's elite players, the barefoot nun did not