All of a sudden, Chiron heard the rushing sound coming from behind him. He spun around and saw it: thousands of white snakes of varying sizes, their eyes gleaming like rubies, hissing as they surged toward him.
Without hesitation, Chiron waved his hand, and his broadsword appeared. The Devil's Touch blade, acting as a replacement for his severed hand, hummed with spiritual energy. He had a feeling he wouldn't leave this place without a fight.
The first wave of snakes lunged at him. Chiron swung his broadsword in a wide arc, cleaving through dozens of them in a single stroke. The severed snakes hissed and turned into smoke, vanishing into the air. But more came, their fangs bared, eyes glowing with malevolence.
