Kincaid sat in a luxurious room while watching the Dungeon Battle between his champion and a local dungeon.
He sipped a glass of wine and smiled at what that little human had accomplished so far. He had been playing close attention to his champion like most of the disciples.
His champion sure had unique ideas about dungeons, but he found the change to be refreshing. He looked forward to the first competition that was just under 5 months away.
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Max vanished from where he was standing and appeared behind a goblin. His fist meant to stun the creature smashed its head like a watermelon.
He fought on the outskirts of the horde but found that these goblins went down even easier than the wooden training dummies.
Quin slashed with his sword that remained sealed in his sheath. The goblins near him collapsed after being bisected.
They really were nothing but an annoyance.
