Chương 183: The Marching Force

The pulsating mass of dark energy loomed ahead, its sickly green glow filling the chamber with an unnatural light. I could feel it reacting to our approach, the way the magic twisted and hissed in the air, like a wounded beast ready to lash out. But I was undeterred. My gaze remained cold, focused. There was no time for hesitation.

"Forward," I commanded, and the undead goblin king lumbered ahead, smashing through the abominations with brutal efficiency. Its rotting club crashed down, scattering twisted limbs and broken bodies like debris.

I kept my hands idle at my sides, watching the battle unfold before me. My pens hovered in the air, each of them moving with precise purpose under my control. The fire pen blazed with a fierce orange flame, darting forward and igniting the nearest goblins with an angry hiss. They screeched as they were consumed, their blackened forms collapsing to the ground in heaps of ash. I didn't flinch as the stench of burning flesh filled the air.