One by one, the skeletal warriors fell to Xaio's indomitable spirit and the enchanted blade. Her path was littered with the remnants of her enemies, the ground beneath her stained with the remnants of shattered bones. She stood triumphant, her chest heaving with exhaustion, but her spirit burning bright.
"Impressing you killed 37 Skelton" Henry said as he clapped his hands and Armstrong's collect the dagger.
"Move on brother, you are the best" Henry said to Armstrong.
Armstrong had heard tales of the malevolent creatures that roamed this forsaken place. The Skelton, as they were known, were formidable adversaries, resurrected from the dead by dark magic. But Armstrong was undeterred. He tightened his grip on the hilt of the enchanted dagger and stepped forward with unwavering resolve.
