Xavier's breath came in ragged bursts, his chest rising and falling heavily.
His sword pulsed in his hands, the dark runes along its length glowing brighter with each strike.
His sword could let out waves of energy that was able to kill the undead without touching them directly in with the sword.
The crimson energy coiled up his arm, burning hot yet not painful—more like a craving, a demand for more blood.
The undead kept coming.
A skeletal warrior charged at him from the side, rusty spear aimed straight for his ribs.
Xavier twisted, sidestepping with ease. His sword lashed out in a wide arc, slicing through the creature's spine.
Bones shattered everywhere, and the skeleton collapsed into dust even before the blade fully passed through.
"More," the whisper echoed in his mind, mixing with the pounding of his heartbeat, Xavier had no idea what he was even doing, the only thing on his mind now to go kill.
