An opening! A chance for the killing blow!
A sharp light flashed in Roland's eyes. He didn't hesitate for a second.
The gravel at his feet shattered as his body shot forward, like a bowstring drawn to its absolute limit and suddenly released.
The Mithril Longsword, propelled by the dual force of his own forward charge and the Bear Goblin's stumbling lunge, drew a terrifying silver line that was fast enough to blur, tearing through the air.
"Flowing Slash!"
The blade cut through the air, letting out a shriek sharp enough to pierce eardrums.
The target was...
The Bear Goblin's thick neck!
The shadow of the Death God instantly fell over the Bear Goblin.
Its crimson eyes shot open to their absolute limit.
Deep within its pupils, the ferocity, savagery, and cunning of a predator...
...were all replaced in that instant by a pure, primal Fear that stemmed from the very instinct to survive.
It was the instinctive despair of prey just before the butcher's knife falls.
