Chapter 60: Dragos arrival
Chapter 59
The sword came at him like a blur of death. Kaizen barely managed to raise both his daggers and cross them in front of his body.
CLANG
The impact wasn’t just powerful, it was overwhelming. The blow didn’t stop at his weapons. The sheer force launched him backward like a missile.
He crashed into one of the thick stone pillars, shattering it on contact. The sound of cracking stone echoed through the chamber as dust and debris rained down on him. His body dropped limply to the floor, coughing hard. His ears rang. For a few seconds, the world tilted sideways. Then the pain hit.
It crawled through his chest and ribs in a slow, deep throb. His regeneration had already kicked in, knitting the damage together, but it still hurt like hell. His arms were trembling. That block hadn’t protected him. It had only saved him from being cut in half.
He pushed himself up, staggering slightly. His whole body screamed in protest.
This wasn’t like the others. The Dungeon Master didn’t move like a reanimated puppet. It wasn’t hollow or slow.
It was fast, and it was obvious it wasn’t a puppet like the rest. This was something else entirely.
The statue was already on the move again, dragging its massive great sword along the ground with a low screech. With each step, Kaizen noticed dark mist bleeding from its armor, thick, shadowy smoke that crept across the floor like spilled ink. The shadows didn’t just spread randomly. They were moving like they were searching and reacting to something in the room.
Kaizen narrowed his eyes.
It wasn’t just leaking energy. The shadows were behaving like they had a will of their own.