Chapter 25: A Good Start?
Ethan’s boots echoed on the dark stone as he stepped into the chamber.
The door slammed shut behind him with a booming thud.
He froze, eyes widening.
At the center of the vast circular chamber stood a colossal skeletal warrior, twice the height of any
normal man. Its ivory bones were laced with black metal, and a ragged crimson cape billowed
from its bony shoulders.
Twin pinpricks of eerie blue fire burned in the sockets of its skull, and its ribcage pulsed with
crimson light as if a furious heart still beat inside. It held a monstrous black greatsword in one
hand — a perfect twin to Ethan’s own Warlord’s Fang.
The creature radiated a suffocating aura of slaughter and ancient pride.
Ethan swallowed as cold sweat rolled down his forehead.