The four-tusked boars were cut down with efficient brutality.
Kiara watched from within the carriage as the two four-star brothers stepped forward like seasoned butchers rather than adventurers.
Their blades moved in disciplined arcs, ether coating steel in thin shimmering layers that sliced through bristled hide with a wet, tearing sound. Each strike carried weight. Each impact sent vibrations through the bone and wrist, but they did not falter.
The remaining four brothers tightened their formation around the carriage and the three novices, focusing not on glory but on containment. Dust rose in choking swirls as hooves tore up the earth, the metallic scent of fresh blood mixing with the dungeon's strange, sterile air.
Within moments, the last boar collapsed, twitching.
Gregor, who had been stationed to the left of the carriage, turned toward Kiara with a reassuring smile that carried confidence.
