Booms and clanks of weapons shattering and falling on the floor echoed in the narrow space. The floor was devoid of any blood, but bodies with gaping holes in their chests, necks and in bellies of a few piled up into mounds.
His fists, fueled by the embers of his aura, shattered dry bone and pulverized brittle armor. The cold yellow eyes were extinguished one by one, leaving behind only dust and silence.
The hallway looked unrecognizable. Most of the flambeaux were rolling on the floor rather than adorned on the wall. There were multitude of cracks and circular depressions spread around the whole hallway, the debris piling upon along with the bodies.
[Undead Pharomin's soldier killed= +3018]
[Level up!]
"One more level up to reach 30. I can push for the third realm then." Grey thought. The cracked lands had provided quite the exp for him. He just needed one more level up to reach the limit of the second realm.
