The goblin stumbled back, its fiery aura flickering as it struggled to maintain its strength. Xavier saw his chance. He stepped inside the goblin's guard once more, delivering a powerful upward slash that severed the goblin's arm at the elbow. The severed limb fell to the ground, the goblin screaming in agony.
Xavier didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, his dagger piercing the goblin's chest. Blood sprayed out, coating his blade and arm. The goblin let out a final, gurgling roar before collapsing to the ground, dead.
Xavier stood over the fallen goblin, breathing heavily. The rush of battle slowly faded, replaced by the ache of his injuries. He wiped the sweat and blood from his face, feeling the weight of what he had accomplished. He had not only survived—but had mastered a new level of his abilities.
