Chapter 45
CLANG!
BANG!
HUFF!
PANT!
DAMN IT!
BOOM!
The dungeon chamber quaked again and again from the relentless clash of steel against flesh, the roars of monsters, and the heavy breaths of the young Reavers who fought with their very lives on the line.
Their bodies bled, their essence dwindled, and their determination wavered. Yet, even in their battered state, they kept pressing forward—step by step, slash by slash, scream by scream—until finally, the hundred ogres that filled the room collapsed one after another.
When the last beast fell with a resounding thud, silence swept over the chamber, broken only by the sound of ragged breathing.
They regrouped, faces smeared with blood, arms trembling from fatigue, backs and shoulders burning with deep cuts.
But despite the carnage, not a single one of them chose to fall. Small, exhausted smiles crept across their faces as they looked around at the lifeless ogre corpses carpeting the floor.
