Chapter 10: Anomaly
The next few hours blurred into a rhythm of fists, blood, and bone.
They came in packs that were sometimes three, sometimes seven. I took hits. Got clawed. Slammed against walls. Bitten. One even tried to gouge my eye out with a piece of glass.
I used whatever I could grab—stones, torch brackets, the sharpened corner of a shield I ripped off a corpse. I turned their weapons against them, used their dead as bait. Broke knees. Crushed windpipes. One even got his face stomped into the gravel until his skull split open.
I just kept going.
One by one, I erased them.
[ Goblins Defeated: 12/50 ]
[ Goblins Defeated: 21/50 ]
[ Goblins Defeated: 35/50 ]
They started to run as they started to panic.
But the system wouldn't let me leave. Not until the last one dropped. So I hunted them through the crumbling ruins, through their nests, through the ash-coated trenches littered with rusted armor and shattered bones.
By the time I climbed out of a narrow crevice choked with the scent of burning flesh and old magic, I was caked in blood.