Hellblades
Aziz was already in motion, a blur of white and black.
He tore through them with vicious grace, snapping necks, slitting throats. He was faster than I could track, each movement precise and lethal.
And me—I raised my hellblade with my hands trembling.
“Stay close to me, little flower,” Aziz called, his red eyes flashing. “But don’t just stand there. Strike!”
A ghoul lunged for me. Its claws scraped my arm as I swung wildly.
The blade connected, slicing across its ribs.
It shrieked, black goo spilling from its mouth before it collapsed at my feet.
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