[System Alert: Extreme Corruption penetrating host body...]
My vision swam. Dark veins started appearing on my hands, my arms, spreading faster than the wolf scratch had spread through Scarlet, branching outward like cracks in glass.
This is bad.
I raised Oathstorm with shaking hands, the familiar blue lightning flickering weakly along the blade.
The remaining Scytheclaws circled, four of them still standing, their obsidian-black scales absorbing the light, making them look like moving shadows.
Their scythe-like bone blades scraped against stone with every deliberate step, the sound like knives being sharpened.
Then they attacked as one.
I met them head-on because there was nowhere else to go.
Oathstorm came up to block the first scythe-blade strike, the impact sent shockwaves up my arms, made my injured ribs scream.
Twisted to avoid the second Scytheclaw's slash, not fast enough, felt its blade score across my shoulder, opening a line of fire.
