The remaining goblins broke.
[Run!]
[They killed the shaman!]
Panic spread instantly through the camp.
Mike watched them scatter, then shifted his stance.
He planted his feet firmly, clenched the handle of his sword with both hands, and drew in mana. Black flames surged violently along the blade, growing thicker and heavier.
"Black Flame Sword Art—Horizon Split!"
He swung with all his strength.
A massive wave of black flame erupted from the sword, stretching wide like a burning wall. The flaming slash raced across the ground, swallowing everything in its path.
[Gyaaah!]
[No—run!]
The fleeing goblins were torn apart instantly, their bodies shredded by the black fire. The slash didn't stop there—it ripped through the entire camp, splitting tents, smashing wooden structures, and scorching the earth itself.
When the flames finally faded, the goblin nest was gone.
Only scorched ground, broken weapons, and silence remained.
Mike stood there and nodded.
