He had her broadsword in hand now, the massive blade heavy as a felled tree, it was almost like it weighed this heavy because of the lives it had taken.
The weight strained his arm, muscles burning with the effort, veins bulging under his green skin like twisted ropes. Despite his system-boosted strength, he could feel the strain of it—this sword was damn heavy, designed for her immense power, not his. But he gripped it tight, the leather-wrapped hilt slick with sweat, wanting to show her his strength, to prove he was no mere goblin but a force worthy of her attention to be taken seriously.
And in her crimson red eyes, Byung could swear he saw excitement—a spark of genuine thrill, her tusks parting slightly in that sickening grin, as if the challenge ignited something long dormant.
