[Your manipulation of fate has gained you one Malignancy Point.
Current total Malignancy Points: 1]
Riven blinked. Well, that wasn’t good…probably?
Regardless, he began to move. With the cultists doing whatever weird summoning magic they’d set their intentions on and the lurker demon sucking a corpse dry—it was ti. He slipped out of the door after slowly pushing it open and thanking God it didn’t creak. There were boxes and barrels to his right on the way over to the cages, and this is where he headed with heel-to-toe movents to reduce his noise as much as possible.
The large lurker demon was rather enjoying the al and continued like that over those next couple of seconds. It didn’t even glance his way, and Riven’s heart was pounding in his chest amid the chanting of the apelike summoners to his left when he finally reached the nearest crate and let out a sigh of relief. However, the peace was interrupted when an abrupt series of crazed roars arose from the darkness, and dozens of shadowy figures began to rush out of the dark mists from thirty to fifty ters out.
“SSSHHREEEEEE!”
“VRRRAAAAAHHHHH!”
“RRRRHHHOOOOO!”
Riven rubbed his eyes, and his jaw dropped at the fortune luck had sprung on him.
They were ghouls. Mutated and larger ones, like the first he’d fought in the ballroom. Not like so of the weaker versions he’d seen wandering around at random among the rest of the ruins. There were dozens of them, all of them looking disfigured and grotesque—but each of them slightly unique in its own way. So were a necrotic black or gray, so were sickly green, so were missing limbs, and so had extras. They were all disfigured, yellow-eyed, and ground and kicked its scrawny legs out from underneath it before blasting it with another summoned Bloody Razor.
The ghoul gargled and ripped the staff out of its mouth before flinging it to the side, but the razor lodged itself in its throat and caused it to stagger back.
Riven kicked out with his boot and made contact with the ghoul’s skull to stun the monster and tried to summon another Bloody Razor, but he went pale when he realized the portion of his Blood subpillar associated with that spell had beco rigid. His Blood Lance wouldn’t respond, either, also being on cooldown, so he created the only spell still available to him.
Black mana erupted from his hands and ford a net, condensing into a rope upon his will just when he went in to grapple the stronger, larger monster. He took advantage of its montary stunned state and managed to get on its back, away from where its nurous clumped arms couldn’t easily get to him, and yanked back to securely fasten his Wretched Snare around its neck.
The rather stupid monster bucked and flailed, but he continued choking the creature while it scrambled around and tried to claw at him. He rapidly wrenched the black magic back and forth, scraping away flesh every ti he yanked to one side and then the other. Sharp, burning needles dug into its flesh and then into its spine—scraping away bone while he used it like a saw to separate the monster’s head from its body.
The ghoul thrashed, but because its many arms were so bunched together, it couldn’t reach behind its body while Riven had his feet planted into its back.
He gripped his snare with everything he had and sawed right, then left, then right again, and finally felt the Wretched Snare rip through the cervical spine. The ghoul’s head flew into the air, spraying black blood all over Riven’s face and letting the body fall to the stone ground with a thud.
[You have gained one level. Congratulations! Be sure to visit your status page to apply points.]
He hit the ground with a thud. Riven spat and coughed the viscous liquid out of his mouth, gagging slightly due to the rancid sll, and then rubbed his eyes while evaluating his surroundings. The battle was still raging, and the demons hadn’t even noticed the scuffle behind them. Checking that he still had the keys in his pocket, he picked his staff back up and started running toward the cage.
Reviews
All reviews (0)