The clash of bone against shadowed steel rang through the ancient chamber, each strike sending sparks that illuminated the grim faces of the undead horrors surrounding him. Liam's breath came in ragged bursts, his muscles burning as he pressed the attack on the golden skeleton leader. Sweat stung his eyes, but he didn't dare blink. One mistake here meant death—not just for him, but for her.
'Come on, you bastard. Fall already.'
The skeleton suddenly froze mid-swing. Its bony fingers dipped behind its tattered cloak and withdrew a wicked knife. The blade pulsed with an unnatural aura, threads of dark nyx energy twisting around serpentine green power and something colder—regeneration that made Liam's stomach twist.
Liam squinted, heart hammering. "What the hell is that?"
