"Something's up!"
Ed warned in a low voice.
Raylo waved a hand, signaling for him to slow down.
They rounded a corner and found themselves in a spacious hall. Several skeletons in tattered armor staggered toward them, their rusted weapons carving arcs through the darkness.
Their already fragile skeletons had grown even more brittle with age. Though animated by some kind of Dark Magic, they were far less of a threat than they had been in life.
"Mere Undead."
Ed snorted coldly. His Long Sword became a silver streak, unerringly cleaving the foremost skeleton in two.
CRACK!
With the sound of shattering bones, the skeleton was slashed into countless fragments by Ed's Blade of Fighting Spirit before it could even get close. The pieces scattered across the ground, returning to dust.
Ed didn't pause. He weaved between the remaining skeletons, and with every flash of his blade, another skeleton fell.
