SLASH!
The air trembled as another goblin's head was split from its shoulders, the arc of the floating blade a flawless curve of silver light.
Blood spurted skyward in a gory fountain, showering the cracked stone floor with deep crimson.
Goblin shrieks echoed through the ruined tunnels of the dungeon, panicked and disorganized.
They came in waves—ten at a time, twenty, then thirty. But every one of them met the same fate.
SHHHHK!
A second sword zipped through the darkness, slicing through a goblin's chest. It split open like a popped water balloon, organs splattering the floor.
SQUELCH!
A third goblin was impaled through the back by a hovering blade, lifted into the air still screaming before the sword jerked violently, ripping upward, cleaving it in half.
Blood was everywhere.
It soaked the stone.
It dripped from Elius's cheeks, streamed down his arms, dyed his torn uniform into a cloak of death.
