(Ervin's POV)
S L A S H—!
"Haa... ha... Haaaa... haaaa..."
Rough breaths escaped my mouth as I stood there, drenched in blood, after killing a total of 23 goblins.
My hands were trembling slightly. Not from fear— but from fatigue.
The blood coating my sword had already started to dry, sticking to the blade like thick syrup.
Goblins are much weaker than me. They only have the physical strength of a normal teenager— maybe even less.
But because they attacked in waves, one after another, without giving me even a second to breathe, the whole fight ended up feeling way more exhausting than it should've been.
Annoying, too.
Their screeches, their twitchy, erratic movements, the stench of their bodies— everything about them grated on my nerves.
I've been fighting nonstop for about 15 minutes!
Fifteen minutes of constant slashing, dodging, and trying not to get mobbed.
'I should rest for a bit…'
