Chapter 21: Staet of Second Objective?
The Grimfang Revenant collapsed into a heap of dust and rattling bone fragments, the echo of its monstrous growl fading into silence.
Ethan stood there, chest heaving, every inch of his body burning with fatigue. Black ichor dripped from the blade of Warlord’s Fang, hissing as it struck the rune-etched stones beneath his feet.
He rolled his aching shoulder, gave the sword a little twirl, and slid it back into the sheath strapped across his back with a satisfying click.
"At least I have to look cool... even though I’m dying inside."
Slow applause cut through the silent chamber.
—clap—clap—clap—
The Tower Master descended the staircase again, her violet robes whispering over the black marble steps. Her eyes glimmered in the dim glow of the floating violet crystals that lit the training hall.
"Well done, kid." Her voice was velvet and steel all at once. "I knew you’d pull it off."
Ethan lifted his eyes to her, sweat dripping from his hair onto the stone floor. "Does this mean... I’m officially a Dark Mage now?"
She lifted one perfectly arched brow. "Not quite."
Ethan deflated slightly. "Of course not."