Arthur's movements grew faster, sharper, more direct.
And little by little, the fights became harder.
The pressure from constant battles built up, not just physically but mentally. The goblins attacked in larger numbers, their coordination slightly improved, their aggression more intense.
Arthur could feel it.
The dungeon was changing.
Still, he did not stop.
"I still have strength," he muttered, tightening his grip on his dagger. "So I keep going."
The clearing of camps became increasingly intense. Even the smaller camps now held more goblins than they should. The numbers alone made stealth less effective.
Eventually, Arthur stopped trying to remain hidden as he faced them head on.
When a horde charged him, he did not retreat. His Intent Step carried him straight into their ranks. His blade flashed repeatedly, cutting down enemies with precise and ruthless efficiency.
The battles became louder and brutal.
