Screams of agony
Roars of monstrous force
Pleas for mercy.
A battle was underway.
A fierce one
At first, it was all just sensory information, my understanding had not awakened.
Whatever I was hearing was a horror.
A tragedy.
Then things began to come back
Opening my eyes, I was met my two hands trying desperately to heal, but the rhythm of the chant was off beat.
Whoever it was had only a rudimentary understanding of healing.
Drops of water hit my face.
It was Quinn.
She was sobbing.
Looking down at where her hands were sending pulses of green aura, I saw a terrifying gash where my leather tunic once was.
Damnn....
Calming my breath, I entered a state of stillness.
Circumventing all of my energy, I attacked the wound.
Quin's eyes bulged…
How…
Her words trembled.
It's only patched up, momentarily
I need you to give me a complete rundown.
Urgently.
The two men who pulled the monster are gone, traveling past into the inner dungeon.
Ernest is incapacitated
And well, Muller.
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Her eyes shot over
And then I saw it all.
Overflowing with steam...
Muller was battling the beast will all his might.
Wrathbringer pulsed and quaked with an aura that craved, no, desired battle.
He must have unlocked one of the weapon's passive abilities….
But in a few moments, it would be in vain.
All this would be for not
Placing Quin's hands aside.
I got up and readied myself.
Don't worry, I managed to say.
Everything's going to be alright
I gave her a smile that hopefully reassured her
Because I wasn't quite sure myself…
This whole situation yelled, "whipe".
The voice broke into my head...
That's the job of the leader
To inspire
To go in with a confidence that uplifts…
Even if you don't believe it yourself
In my pouch, I could feel the deck of cards pulse with energy.
My body swelled with power, with the energy of progress...
Just in time…
The beast was a trolloc whose name glowed a fiery red.
LEGENDARY TROLLOC LORD OF RALEIGH'S REACH
A legendary mob had spawned.
From the looks of the beast, it was below half-health and entered a frenzied, overpowering state.
Swinging wilding with two clubs decorated in skulls, covered in blood and entrails…
Foaming at the mouth it rampaged, unleashing an onslaught of blows against Muller.
The kid dodged and when he couldn't, Wrathbringer blocked the blows.
Each time he blocked, I could see a pain rush through his body.
Piercing blows that struck through defenses.
He needed to get out.
Muller!!!
Get out, pick up Ernest, and carry him over to Quinn.
Now!
Seeing me, he grinned weakly.
As he began to find an opening to leave, Wrathbringer pulled him back into battle
That damn blade was soul bound and acting against a master who wasn't strong enough to enact his will over it.
Damn damnn….
The Legendary Trolloc Lord prepared another massive strike.
No…
My body lurched, and my feet became the wind.
Without a moment to spare, I managed to push Muller out of the attack's range.
Go…
I muttered, reassessing a situation that went from bad to dire.
Muller ran out, scoped up Ernest, and ran over to Quinn.
Bring it out
You have no other options
Everyone will die!
The voices sharp shouts filled my mind.
Damn...
Damn...
Damn...
I muttered as I came to terms with it.
Readying my mind
Focusing my soul
Delving deep into myself...
I chanted the words of summoning
From the essence of the world, there are powerful weapons that draw power from the users.
That feeds off their life energy.
A drastic cost.
For a drastic amount of power
A slender curved blade appeared in my hands
Its energy did not shake, it did not scream, it did not shout with power.
It was silent when the world was in between screams...
Everything around me calmed
Noises become mute.
My soul was at one with the blade
The blade of the soul will always defeat that of the physical world.
Not caring what lay in front, The Legendary Trolloc Lord prepared a ferocious swing.
A killing blow was next
Without a word
Without effort
I sliced the very fabric of the world in front of me.