The moment Oblivion pierced through the Goblin Shaman's heart, the battlefield seemed to pause.
"Khh...!"
The creature convulsed violently around the blade.
Dark, corrupted blood poured from its mouth while the corrupted Mana surrounding the shrine destabilised instantly. The black fog twisting around the structure began to collapse inward, with sharp, screeching noises like thousands of insects dying at once.
Then everything became silent.
The corpses and undead all collapsed to the ground, and experience income started to display in the corner of Luka's vision.
Luka narrowed his eyes.
His breathing slowed slightly.
"Is it over?" Galatea suddenly asked, while dragging her sword from a goblin corpse, painting an arc of blood across the stone pillar.
There was a moment of peace in his heart.
His muscles all relaxed as his fury and stress dissipated. Wanting to answer her, he quickly turned away from the Goblin.
"Yea—Hrrk!?"
