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Holy water. Not against the undead. Against the floor .

She crumpled. The goblin’s knife cut air. In the next heartbeat, his blade was through the creature’s throat.

She laughed. It came out watery and strange. “Yes,” she said. “They are.” That night, around a campfire, he took off his helmet. Goblin Slayer 01-12

The girl cried. Priestess screamed at him. “You could have hurt her! You could have killed her!”

Priestess cast Protection . A shimmering wall of divine light held the horde at bay for three breaths. Then the shaman came. Ugly little thing, draped in stolen fetishes, and it disbelieved her miracle. The barrier shattered like spun glass. Holy water

She cast Protection around Goblin Slayer’s body. Not a wall. A cage. The goblins clawed at the divine barrier, shrieking. It would hold for maybe ten seconds.

The Dwarf Shaman, gruff and bearded, added: “Aye. But even a weapon can break.” She crumpled

He nodded once. Then he knelt, pulled a small pouch from his belt, and began sprinkling powder on the dead goblins. When she asked what he was doing, he said, “Making sure.”

Priestess, they called her now. The name felt like a borrowed cloak—fine, but not yet her own. At the Guild, her silver breastplate still gleamed without a single scratch. Her robe was white as fresh snow. She had passed the examination, received her porcelain rank, and chosen her first quest with the bright, terrible naivety of a candlefly meeting a lantern.

Goblin Slayer threw a rock at the girl’s knee.