Chapter 31: I’ll Kill You!
Creed’s chest heaved with every breath, each inhale dragging in the biting cold air that cut through his lungs like tiny knives.
His body was battered. Small wounds peppered his arms and legs, his clothes were torn in places, and his hands were swollen and bruised from gripping and swinging his heavy spear for what felt like an eternity.
Every pulse in his wrists throbbed painfully, his fingers numb from the constant recoil of metal slamming into rock-hard bodies.
And yet...
A wide, ridiculous grin stretched across his face like he’d just found the last slice of pizza at a party.
His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of exhaustion and euphoria. ’This is insane... but I love it!’
Around him, the battlefield told the story of their relentless assault: dozens of ice golems lay in shattered heaps, their cores crushed and scattered like broken glass.
The ground was littered with fragmented limbs, jagged shards of icy armor, and deep gouges in the frozen floor where powerful strikes had landed.
Behind their group stretched a winding trail of dozens of fragmented golem remains.
They had been descending for two straight hours of non-stop combat and endless waves of towering golems with fists that could shatter bones with a single strike.
Creed had lost count of how many they’d crushed by now. Honestly, it was a miracle his arms were still attached to his body.