The goblin chief chewed on a raw, bloody, thick hunk of meat. Its eyes, small, flicked toward them, irritation spreading like a wildfire across its face.
A faint tremor occurred on the ground as the goblin chief shifted its massive body. Eight feet of pure, lethargic power uncoiled all at once.
Elesch took a step forward, but her knees felt like they were going to give out, tendons feeling like strings about to snap. "I... I'm fine," she muttered, more to herself than to the other two.
The black aura that had surrounded her rapier was glitching out, as the accumulated toll of using too much mana hit all at once, her vision blurred, her world went around and around, sweat dripping from her forehead, her breath hollow, as she collapsed on the ground.
