Nightfall Domain — inside a concealed small iron mine.
"Rraaagh—"
A corrupted corpse, shackles still hanging from its body, let out a hoarse screech and charged straight at Phield.
"Shk—"
Phield drew the Silver Iris Longsword, stepped forward, and closed the distance. Power flowed through his shoulder and elbow as the blade hummed sharply through the air.
There was no resistance at all—
as effortless as slicing through empty air.
The sword light cleaved into the corrupted corpse's face, shaving off its entire lower jaw. Broken teeth scattered across the ground as foul black blood sprayed out like water from a ruptured pipe. The corpse collapsed, shrieking horribly. Phield stepped forward, planted his foot on its body, and finished it with a downward thrust.
