During the hunt for those orcs, I had gained three levels. My body was starting to feel heavy, every breath like swallowing embers. Mindrender no longer felt light in my hand.
The last Orc Warrior stood before me, his body covered in countless gashes from my blade that never seemed to satisfy its thirst. He was in a frenzy because of Mindrender's effect, swinging a massive axe with enough force to split a person clean in half. Thick clouds of breath puffed from his mouth as his chest rose and fell violently. His eyes blazed with pure hatred.
I waited. For the smallest mistake.
And when the orc raised his axe a little too high, I closed in.
SREK.
My thrust pierced through his throat.
Thick black blood sprayed, splattering across my face and blurring my vision for an instant. His massive body shuddered, his hands reaching out as if he wanted to crush my skull into paste. But then his knees buckled, and he collapsed without a sound.
[Successfully killed Orc Warrior]
