Liam's breath came in ragged bursts as the red skeleton lunged again, its bony claws raking the air inches from his face. The creature's eyes burned like fresh coals, promising nothing but a quick and painful end. One wrong step and he'd be torn apart. 'Not today,' he thought, heart hammering against his ribs. He twisted sideways, barely evading the strike, only for a wave of scorching heat to wash over his shoulder. Flames licked at the edge of his vision, singeing cloth and skin alike.
Before he could steady himself, a second threat materialized—a blue skeleton wielding a frost-covered sword. Every swing sent jagged ice spikes hurtling toward him. Liam dove to the side, rolling across the cracked stone floor as frost shattered where he'd stood moments before. Cold bit into his lungs with every gasp.
