The Last Moonbane
He roared, swinging again, and his blade carved deep across its skull.
Five.
The creature shuddered, then collapsed in a heap of twisted limbs. Black blood steamed on the floor.
The silence afterward was worse than the fight.
I forced my hand to move, scratching the words onto the page with ink that spattered from the trembling.
Five strikes. Not four.
Elias leaned against the wall, panting. His jaw clenched. “It’s not me. I didn’t slow down.”
“You didn’t,” I said, my voice low. “I counted.”
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