You Won't Blame Me, Right?

His furious roar detonated all around him, producing a monstrous sound blast that shattered all the windows within a radius of one kilometer. All the untrained humans in the vicinity had their eardrums implode from the shock, but thanks to Digitization they survived with only a handful of HP lost.

Still, the adventurers forming a ring around him were almost all groggy on the ground, blood pouring from all seven of their facial orifices. Shrill tinnitus and an excruciating headache as if their brains were about to explode had completely incapacitated them. It would be many minutes before they could move again.

The elite adventurers watching the scene from the balcony were completely shell-shocked. The elf Elduin had subconsciously drawn his two scimitars, while the dwarf Bhammod had picked up his great axe without anyone noticing.