To any normal adventurer, the Hollow Stone Caverns' oppressive ambient mana would have been a weight on their heart at the very least.
The air was thick, damp, and reeked of wet earth and blood.
To Nom-Nom, it just smelled like money.
-ROOOAAR-!
A massive, four-armed Rock-Troll lunged from the shadows the second she stepped into the first clearing, its boulder-sized fists swinging down with enough force to crush a carriage.
Nom-Nom didn't even break her stride.
She simply swung her greatsword upward in a casual, one-handed arc, letting her violet draconic flames roar along the edge before shearing through the troll's stony hide like warm butter, neatly bisecting the one-ton beast.
-Thud-!
The cavern floor shook as the two halves hit the dirt.
Resting the flat of her blade against her shoulder, Nom-Nom looked down at the giant pile of rock and meat.
