Bones lay scattered across the grass. Gold pouches glimmered under the moonlight, catching the light like tiny beacons.
Alex exhaled slowly, resting his mace on his shoulder. "Not a bad start."
But the fight wasn't over.
The skeletons weren't finished, far from it. The Grave Warden he'd just crushed was nothing more than a mini-boss.
From the dark soil, more skeletons began to rise. This time, they were different.
Their weapons freshly polished. Some wore partial armor, dented but enchanted, and a few of them clutched staffs crackling faintly with mana.
Alex grinned, eyes lighting up with excitement instead of fear. "Now we're talking."
Even if a bone dragon decided to crawl out next, he wouldn't flinch. His experiment had worked.
If he had more time, Alex was confident he could change any number, manipulate any stat, rewrite the rules.
