The Centauri's roar of fury echoed across the battlefield as it realized the full extent of the disaster. Its mercenary force— a thousand strong, disciplined and experienced, had been reduced to scattered remnants in a matter of minutes.
And it was all because of one human mage standing in the distance, barely winded from unleashing enough destructive magic to turn a small world into a hellscape.
Lukas took advantage of the creature's moment of distraction to strike. His enchanted knife found the gap between the Centauri's ribs, sinking deep into the flesh beneath that bronze skin. The blade glowed with power as it activated its enchantment, releasing a burst of concentrated light directly into the wound.
The Centauri bellowed in pain and backhanded Lukas with enough force to send him flying. The fighter hit the ground hard, tumbling across the rocky terrain before managing to arrest his momentum. He came up grinning despite the blood on his lips.
