As Adrian fought his way through the horde of skeletons, he realized something was terribly wrong. No matter how many he cut down, they kept coming—relentlessly reassembling themselves.
One particularly determined skeleton, after having its skull lopped off, bent down, picked up its own head, and hurled it at Adrian like a projectile.
Adrian barely dodged, the skull whizzing past his ear and smashing into the wall behind him with a sickening thud. His heart pounded in his chest as more skeletons closed in on him, their rusted swords swinging with surprising force.
"Enough of this," Adrian growled, summoning his fiery chains. The heat radiating from his arms intensified as Medea's dark energy coursed through him, intertwining with the flames.
