[Location: Dungeon, Basement No.5]
"Sorry, dude, it's either me or me~"
Slash!
[You've killed an Iron-Fanged Wolf.]
The last wolf's head lolled sideways before it collapsed in a heap. Dark blood seeped into the concrete, quickly swallowed by the strange earth as though the dungeon itself was drinking the kill.
Silence again. Not peace—never peace—but that strange waiting silence, heavy and taut, like the whole place was holding its breath.
I exhaled and yanked Muramasa free from the carcass, shaking droplets of blood off the crimson blade. The hum in the weapon's spine was stronger now. Greedy. Eager.
It had tasted blood and wanted more.
Figures.
"Great," I muttered. "My sword's an addict."
Still, I couldn't deny the lifesteal effect. My body thrummed with vitality, every bruise and ache easing as the residual energy seeped into me. If not for that, I'd already be dragging my ass across the moss.
"Mm?"
A faint glimmer caught my eye.
