Jewel rushed down Drake's arm and dived into the large bag filled with loot, hiding in her box, tucked into the soft emerald green silk pillow.
Drake stared at the boss as the chamber lit up. One by one, torches ignited, lighting the room.
The dungeon boss was tall, the same size as the giant from the road. This time, he didn't have help fighting. He wished he had all his power. He knew why he had two healing potions; he would need them.
The boss looked like a giant goblin, but it carried a glowing staff instead of a weapon. Drake could feel the power radiating from the staff. He didn't like what he was seeing. It was a goblin shaman, and it would be using magic to fight him.
Drake knew the staff would be his weakness. If he could separate the staff from the shaman, it wouldn't be able to use as much magic… in theory, anyway.
Shooting the blade out of his stave, he aimed at the staff's power point; the jewel at the top.
