The player swaggered into the fort and was soon stunned by the sight before them.
Many heroes had already gathered in the fort's square.
Several familiar figures especially caught the player's eye.
Yura leaned against a wall, his face pale, coughing now and then. His gaze kept following the graceful figure on the other side of the square-Eleonora.
Eleonora's eyes were bloodshot as she spoke quietly with an old man cradling a katana. The old man wore tattered ronin clothes, his face covered in wrinkles.
Nearby, an enormous figure caught the player's attention. It was Alexander the Warrior Jar, standing bolt upright with his arms folded, like a small mountain.
Seeing the Tarnished, he waved his thick arm.
"Oh! Ganbatte!"
The player: "..."
This jar even knew how to cheer people on?
Beside him, "Great Horned" Tragoth noticed the player's gaze. He raised his head, gave a thumbs-up, and flashed an honest, friendly smile.
To the player's surprise, Yhorm was here too.
The mixed-blood giant stood in a corner, his massive body making everyone nearby unconsciously keep their distance.
"Long time no see, my friend. Have you come to challenge General Radahn too?"
There was also Blaidd, skulking around like a sneaky dog: "Oh, hey, you came here too!"
He lowered his voice.
"This is bad! Looks like we have to defeat Radahn... That weapon is beneath the plains. Radahn won't let us open the way..."
The player nodded. As expected, they still had to fight the boss.
Suddenly, the player noticed a young Witch standing at the edge of the crowd, seemingly searching for something.
The player spoke to her:
"Hello, my name is Therolina. If you don't have a Witch..."
Before she could finish,
"They already do."
Melina and the Duchess spoke in unison, one on either side.