After dispatching the troll, Saeko rejoined her fellow mercenaries, who were still engaged in fierce combat against the remaining trolls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and blood, the sounds of clashing weapons and battle cries echoing off the rocky walls of Black Mountain. As they fought valiantly, Saeko felt a surge of adrenaline; she had tasted victory and was eager for more.
Just as the last troll fell, a piercing shriek echoed through the air, sending a shiver down Saeko's spine. The sound was high-pitched and filled with rage, a warning of the new danger that approached. The adventurers looked up, squinting against the sun, and their faces blanched as they spotted a group of harpies soaring above them, their wings a blur of feathers and fury.
"Get ready!" one of the mercenaries shouted, raising his weapon in anticipation. "They're coming in fast!"
