Chapter 443: Lootbox

"Should... we stop him?" Athena wrung her hands nervously, looking to Tycondrius with wide eyes... "He looks really mad."

Tycon pursed his lips... "This is something that he must do... I suppose."

"Oh..." The swords levitating behind her back drooped, seeming to match her mood. 

In a gratuitous display of acrobatics, Barza Keith, the Lone Shadowdark, ran up a wall, flipped, and landed atop another wooden chest. He stood, roaring at the top of his lungs and raising his hammer high overhead. 

"DEATH TO THE ENEMIES OF INVICTUS!!"

Lone was an unstoppable force of destruction, his hatred for storage-containers clear for all to see. 

With every strike of his hammer, the cackling Ranger sent wood splinters and articles of clothing across the room. He grabbed jars of preserved food and sent them crashing upon the Dungeon stones. He used the Shatterspike longsword to cleave apart barrels of spoiled, vinegary wine.