Noah walked toward the last struggling monsterborn. It was one of the two that had been fighting the undead creature. It had managed to survive the fight, but barely.
Its body was covered in deep gashes from the undead's beak, and its wings were torn. It was trying to stand, but its legs shook with every attempt. It let out a weak growl, its head bowed.
Noah's face was calm, his eyes fixed on the wounded creature. The static strike on his blade was still active, a faint blue glow illuminating the dark surroundings.
The monsterborn's growl was an act of defiance, a final attempt to show its strength before its imminent death. Noah didn't say a word. He raised his blade, and with a quick, fluid motion, he drove it down into the creature's neck, severing its spine.
A muffled cry was heard, and then the monsterborn went limp, its large body falling to the ground with a soft thud.
