Xavier grinned with excitement.
From his body erupted a tidal wave of silver energy — moonlight condensed to plasma. It surged outward in every direction, a storm of luminous devastation. The buffaloes nearest to him disintegrated instantly, their massive bodies turned to shimmering dust. The ground split open beneath the force, sending mana-rich shockwaves cascading across the battlefield.
But even as thousands fell, thousands more thundered forward — an unending tide.
Xavier leapt high, landing on the back of one of the largest buffaloes. The beast roared, thrashing wildly, but he dug his dagger into its neck for balance, eyes blazing with exhilaration. He looked ahead — a sea of black horns, glowing eyes, venomous breath.
And he grinned.
"This dungeon really wants me dead," he muttered, voice amused, the moonlight reflecting off his dagger's blade. "Too bad for it — I'm having fun."
