"For Lord Luka!"
The roar shook the cavern.
The Knights charged forward with Gerard at their head, boots slamming against stone hard enough to drown out the goblins' shrieks for a single thunderous moment.
Bang!
In a brutal collision
Gerard's blade swept horizontally in a crimson arc, cleaving through three goblins at once. The force behind the strike was so explosive that it tore the bodies apart, spraying black-green blood and shattered bone across the tunnel walls.
A single blow forced the goblins to hesitate.
Unlike wild monsters, which would never stop hunting.
Those born to other races still held vague emotions, and the strongest of these feelings.
Fear.
The old knight moved like a different man entirely. His previous exhaustion had vanished beneath the violent crimson aura flooding from his body. Every swing of his sword is terrifyingly precise and overflowing with pure power.
A goblin dropped from the ceiling, dagger in hand.
"Hah!"
