410 Made Gods

"THIS-IS-NOT-A-TREE-BUT-CHOP-IT-FOR-FIREWOOD!" 

The familiar booming voice echoed as the dead body of the minotaur slammed against the chimera with a force strong enough to make it fly back like a snipped kite. 

HUH? 

Alinea whipped her head to face the direction of where the voice came from and a choke escaped her lips as she placed a hand against her mouth in shock. With her eyes wide, she stared at the familiar countenances beaming at her. 

"Y-You…" Tears blurred her vision, but the sight she'd seen would forever remain in her heart. 

"Midas, reporting to General Alinea," a paladin in silvery-white armor called out. 

"Horgall, reporting to her Highness Alinea," the huge Viking who just threw the minotaur earlier seconded the paladin in paying respect. 

"Rubic, reporting to our favorite girl, Alinea," a redhead young man who held a silver bow said with a grin.