The death knight lunged at Liam from its seated position.
Its movement was so sudden that the entire throne of skulls cracked apart beneath its weight.
The air rippled as the monster's enormous greatsword came down in a single, brutal swing aimed straight for Liam's head.
Liam tilted his body to the side. The blade missed by a breath, slicing cleanly through the stone floor where he'd been standing a moment earlier. The ground exploded in a burst of shattered rock.
The dungeon trembled and dust rained down from above.
Liam landed lightly several meters away, his expression calm but his eyes sharp.
"Fast. Good. This will be fun," he muttered.
He extended his hand and Silverleaf materialized in it. The moment his fingers wrapped around the hilt, the atmosphere shifted.
