Dungeon Defense (WN)

Ο Ο Ο I rampaged in whatever way I could.

I picked up a nearby chair and swung it against the ground several times.

I didn’t have any sort of goal. I was just carrying out the repetitive motion of swinging something. The chair was sturdy since it was made of high-quality wood. It seemed like it could withstand hundreds of hits without breaking. But contrary to my expectations, the chair couldn’t endure even twenty strikes before it snapped.

All things can be broken with ease.

I reached my hand out to the ornamental sword on the wall. It didn’t take long for me to unsheathe it and begin swinging it around wildly. Things with life can die easily and things without life can break easily.

Feathers scattered into the air as I sliced into my bed.

Feathers, so many feathers descended from above.

Something fell with a clang. Before I knew it, the handle of the sword had slipped out from my right hand. At the same moment, the strength from my legs gave out as I fell to my knees like a puppet that had its strings cut. Feathers brushed past my chest, cheeks, and palms.

“…….”