Yet, catching onto such a habit, even covered in goblin blood as he was, was enough to cause Beam to smile. A grim sort of a smile. To think, that the difference in strength between him and goblins now was so vast that he could kill them in whatever way he felt was best.
Beam breathed out a sigh, steadying his breathing once more, as he reflected on the battle. His skill – that was how he was thinking of it for now, for he knew not what else to call it – was slightly more effective than it was before. It lasted longer than an instance, maybe closer to a full second. He figured such a thing was likely down to the magnitude of fear that he had inflicted.
These goblins had been, after all, pretty shaken. They'd routed as a group. That was enough to completely shatter their morale permanently. It was as though the fear of multiple goblins together created a sought of resonance, increasing it in magnitude compared to what it would be if it was just a single goblin by its lonesome.
