A tremendous roar cut through the air, knocking Alan to the ground.

"Wh-what the hell?!"

In front of him, a knight clad in silver platemail and wielding a sword clashed against what could only be described as a 'monster' that held the appearance of an oversized rabid wolf.

Strewn about nearby, bodies could be seen, those of other knights that had already fallen in battle against the terrible being.

Alan scrambled backwards, clawing against bloodstained grass that smeared his jeans crimson, and jumped to his feet. He turned around, blue eyes frantically scanning his surroundings. And then he saw her.

A young woman knelt on the ground with hands clasped in prayer. Garbed in a lacy dress of pure white that hugged a curvy figure, a dress that contrasted beautifully with her silky black hair and matched her porcelain skin, she carried an aura of serenity that stood in direct opposition to the terror-inducing monster just a few steps away.

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He froze.

Her eyes were closed when he saw her, but as if she sensed his gaze, they opened.

Blue eyes met violet, and Alan held his breath.

Her face was almost too beautiful to be human, and was what Alan imagined an angel or goddess would look like. Despite that, the smile that crossed her face showed an all too human expression, one of pure relief.

At that, Alan's mind rebooted. A beautiful woman. A terrifying monster. Relief at him, who appeared out of nowhere. 'Don't tell me that this is- '

The woman jumped to her feet and then said, "Thank the Goddess, our prayers have been answered! Please, hero! Grant us your power and save our kingdom from the Demon Lord!"

-Dammit.