Ben scanned the battlefield.
It was already over.
The skeletons had stood no chance against them.
Even the heavier armored ones, which had looked dangerous at first, were now only piles of cracked bone and dented metal.
"So this was the strength of the trap after one year with no maintenance," he thought.
His face darkened as he imagined how strong it had been when the ruin's owner was still alive and the trap was at full power.
One last skeleton rushed at him with a spear.
Ben did not even look up.
He grabbed the shaft in mid-air, yanked the skeleton toward him, and slammed his hammer into its chest.
BOOM.
The bones shattered on impact.
Cracks spread across the stone floor.
The light in the skeleton's eye sockets went out at once, and then silence fell over the room.
Fragments of bone and worn weapons littered the ground.
Ben rolled his shoulders and exhaled.
"Hmph.
Tired of living?" he muttered at the broken remains.
Then he turned away. "Let's go."
