Forty-nine chapters: Unfinished

"Milani! Bite your master awake!" Ignoring the gnome clinging to her leg, Sara watched as the dwarf's headless body fell to the ground. In that instant, flesh turned to mud and shattered upon the floor.

At the same time, the elf also shattered on the floor, and the elf who dashed out of the shadows holding the dwarf turned to face Popoca, who had already jammed the barrel of his shotgun into that massive mouth, the iron gauntlet scratching against sharp teeth with a grating noise that set one's teeth on edge.

However, through whatever means, Futaba had used her abilities to save herself and the anvil.

The tiny animal spirit, Milani, wriggled out from the gnome's wild hair and bit the gnome's forehead with her front teeth, pulling him back from possession.

"Who awoke Ganmu!" Sara turned her head to look at the different kind that appeared on the second floor—these pitiful dead had been transformed into undead monsters, and she had to get them under control first.