I stood atop the massive undead.
The broken remains of the other undead knights littered the battlefield around me, shattered armor and splintered bones scattered in every direction.
The ground was carved apart from our clash, marked by scorched craters, deep gouges, and countless fractures left behind by attacks powerful enough to tear through stone.
The massive undead beneath my feet was the last one still standing.
Or rather...the last one still functioning.
Its body had long since been reduced to little more than a mangled heap.
Both arms were gone, one leg had been crushed beyond recognition, and its ribcage had collapsed inward from the repeated blows I'd hammered into it.
The only reason it continued to move at all was that Mordra was speaking through it, using it as nothing more than a vessel.
Now, only its head remained intact.
I tightened my grip around my weapon, ready to end it.
