Heavy Metal

Several obsidian skeletons charged at a large person wearing iron armor in a well-lit corridor. His movements were swift as he sidestepped the first skeleton's swing, bringing his mace down on its exposed spine. The obsidian bones cracked but didn't shatter immediately. The sword hummed with a faint glow, a trace of light elemental energy coursing through it. With a quick twist, it was swung upwards now cutting through the black bones like butter.

The two skeletons advanced, their jagged iron weapons raised in unison. Their opponent didn't retreat; instead, as one of the bladed weapons swung down, he caught it with his metal gauntlet. His sword thrust forward, piercing the monster's skull in a single, decisive blow. The third monster didn't fare too well, soon having his skull exploded by one strong radiant punch.

'Not bad, Rusty. Your control over the light has gotten better but remember, not all monsters are weak to it, the light won't work on the Orcs nor on the Lizardmen, the darkness on the other hand…'

Rusty looked down at the bones on the ground. He had already figured out that it was more lucrative to not turn these bones into dust. The purifying energies of his light skill would cleanse the evil undead energies from the bones, rendering them worthless to anyone who was trying to use them for things like alchemy or crafting. At least that was what Aburdon claimed as he was explaining how his light worked on the monsters here. Once he defeated these three, his system gave him a notification of him gaining a new level and also a new skill.