Blood sprayed.
The massive green hand dropped to the glowing blue floor with a sickening thud, still clutching the club.
For a moment, the Hobgoblin Lord simply stared at the stump where its hand had been. Its yellow eyes widened in disbelief. Then it threw back its head and screamed—a guttural, ear-splitting howl that shook the dungeon walls.
The smaller goblins shrieked and pressed harder into the glowing stone, terrified beyond reason.
Raito landed lightly on the floor, dagger dripping, eyes sharp. The blue light danced across his crimson gaze as he smirked.
"Looks like the real fight's just getting started."
Raito narrowed his eyes. Shadow Phase… let's see how useful you really are.
The Hobgoblin's remaining massive hand swung toward him, smashing the stone floor with a shockwave that rattled his bones. He dodged back, too slow, too slow, as the weight of the attack threatened to crush him.
