"No one's comin' to save ya, weaklings! The king wants the big mana ore mountain, and he will have it, and you lot are gonna get crushed."
"Smash their skulls, spill their blood, and let the ground soak it up."
"Thunderstorm Reavers clan! We're takin' it all," The hulking Minotaur commander roared as he swung his massive axe, tossing the adventurers and soldiers around while also blocking the incoming magic attacks.
Alex used the Death's Mirage skill on the commander before he manipulated darkness to create chains to bind him in place, knowing even in an illusion, his honed instincts alone were enough for the beast to defend his life.
While the adventurers and soldiers were busy noticing the Minotaur's eye turning unfocussed and chains gripping his legs and arm, Alex moved like a ghost, his sword pulsing with sword intent as he executed tens of strikes in the small window of opportunity.
