We didn't wait for them to come to us. We took the stairs.
The Turret stayed at the top, a failsafe. We moved down to the third floor.
It was a mess. Doors were smashed. Blood was smeared on the wallpaper.
"Blueprint Mode," I whispered.
The blue lines appeared. I saw red pulses behind the door of 302. Three enemies. Small.
"Goblins," I signalled. "Kick and clear."
I kicked the door. It flew open.
Inside, three goblins were tearing apart a sofa. They looked up, surprised.
"Blast!" I yelled.
Silas fired. The first goblin vanished into the void. The other two screeched and charged.
I stepped forward. I didn't use my axe. I used [Wall Creation].
A waist-high barrier of stone erupted from the floorboards, tripping the leading goblin. It face-planted. I brought the axe down.
Crunch.
The third goblin tried to flank. I used [Deconstruct] on the floor beneath it. The wood vanished. The goblin fell into the sub-floor, stuck up to its waist.
"Finish it!"
Silas blasted it.
It was messy. It was chaotic. But we were winning. And with every kill, the little numbers in the corner of my eye went up.
[Experience Gained.] [Experience Gained.]
It was intoxicating.