Kael took a deep breath. His chest expanded, and the golden aura surrounding him intensified, pulsing like a living heart. His sword felt heavier, denser, but also more natural in his hands. It wasn't just steel—it was an extension of his own will.
The goblin wall crashed into him.
The impact was like waves crashing against a cliff. Shields clashed, spears advanced, axes descended, but Kael didn't flinch. Each blow against him was met with redoubled violence. A bone blade was lightly deflected with his forearm, and his sword pierced three bodies at once. An axe fell from above, but Kael spun, crushing the attacker's skull with the flat of the blade before cutting another in half.
