Frostbound

Chris

I wasn't quite sure when it all went to shit. It seemed like every fight or Wave that extended past a few hours and caused [Avalanche] to max out eventually ended like shit.

With a fight taking that long, mistakes were inevitable. Fatigue and exhaustion both put their hands on the scale after that and Skill and perseverance could only do so much to balance it.

It was only a matter of time before it came crashing down.

My hammer was chipped. I felt it clearly as it happened. The blood-soaked Ice hammerhead had been worn down. The inherent magic did what it could to protect it, and I felt my own mana being used, but it wasn't enough.

Not when it was so saturated in corrosive energies that got continually renewed.

One or two enemies would have been fine. My hammer would have smashed them to smithereens and been no worse off. Sure, it would have had to fight off the accumulated blood, but there was enough power dwelling inside the hammer it would've been fine.

Even ten to twenty foes would've been fine.

Maybe even a hundred.

Not the amount I was facing. That... that was too much for the weapon.

My muscles strained as it pulled the heavy hammer through the air but it filled me with righteous satisfaction to watch as the Orcs deformed so greatly that if it wasn't an instant death, they wished for it.

[Avalanche] pushed my strength to new heights and even though I was trying to hold back, a mere tap tore bloody holes through their flesh. Which only caused the blood problem to get worse.