The flesh golems were thinning out, their numbers dwindling as the group fought on.
Malakai had moved to a new position. He didn't use his most powerful abilities, choosing instead to keep them hidden.
He didn't trust the other party members, and he wanted to have some tricks up his sleeve.
So he relied on his physical strength, slashing at the flesh golems with his claws and using his Ice Shield to protect himself.
His Mana was decreasing steadily, but he didn't stop. He kept devouring the flesh golems, absorbing their strength and leveling up.
He had gained 10 more levels, his power growing with each passing moment.
His Ice Shield glowed with a fierce blue light, protecting him from the golems' attacks.
His claws sliced through the air.
SLASHH!! SWIPE!!
The others were bloody, their armor or fur stained with the blood of the beasts. Aric's sword was smeared with gore, his silver face set in a determined expression.
