Chapter 69: Lucien’s Fury
Lucien vanished completely. For a heartbeat, nothing stirred. Then white light tore through the crowd of goblins like a blade through silk, and blood began to spray in crimson arcs.
Limbs severed in an instant. Bones snapped like kindling. Necks twisted at impossible angles. The goblins launched into the air as one writhing mass just as Lucien crashed down among them, his impact sending shockwaves through the earth that stripped the very ground of its stillness.
Adrian’s eyes widened as he witnessed all the goblins fly into the air in an instant.
Then something even stranger happened.
Lucien stood still, golden light blazing in his eyes. The goblins writhed in agony, scurrying about. Blood continued to spray in vicious arcs—no matter where they tried to flee, it was inevitable: death came for them. And the death was invisible; they knew not from whence it came.
At last, the massacre stopped, and Lucien stood in the midst of the flood of corpses. Some of the blood rained down on him, staining his grey hair and white armor.
He exhaled and slowly raised his head.
He moved a step only to discover that something had seized his leg. Lucien frowned and looked down, only to find a vine gripping his ankles.
He frowned even deeper and turned back.
"What are you doing?"
Adrian let out a shaky breath as he dropped the wooden javelin he had just used to finish the last goblin on his side.
"I’m sorry, but I think we really need to retreat at this point."