The air still shimmered from the violent clash. Stone dust hung like fog. Shattered rock fragments rolled across the floor, some still crackling with leftover energy.
And in the middle of it all, standing tall and completely unbothered, was Creed.
His shirt was fluttering gently from the shockwave, his spear humming with power, and his face lit up with that confident grin that said, Yeah, I just did that.
The red-and-black knight, the so-called mini boss of this area, had exploded into pieces — not blood and gore, but thick chunks of enchanted armor and stone.
The knight's core had shattered with a final BOOM, sending out a blast of heat and light that carved a crater where he'd stood.
Creed hadn't even moved from his final stance. One hand gripped his spear, the other hung loose by his side, and his feet were planted like roots in the earth.
