He took a step forward. And disappeared into the mist.
The cold, damp air greeted Logan again just like yesterday as he walked deeper into the dungeon. The path sloped downward, the walls lined with moss and faintly glowing stones. It was quiet….too quiet. But he was used to this now. He already completed one dungeon raid yesterday.
As Logan continued his march, goblins started to emerge from the shadows as expected….screeching and charging. Logan didn't flinch.
He weaved between their claws, throwing a fireball at one group, slicing another with a sharp wind blade. A final one tried to run, but a bolt of lightning struck it down mid-step.
He continued clearing layer after layer.
The boss room wasn't special either. A huge and stronger goblin with a rusty axe. The fight began. It continued for a while before finally Logan dodged an incoming wild swing and countered with a punch straight to its chest. His fist was hardened with ice. The boss fell instantly.
