The stinking, viscous fluid that reeks of rot and formaldehyde trickling down his horns alerts Vlast to the more immediate danger than the distant shuffling further down the corridor.
He doesn't even look up, he just acts with reflexes born of decades of scrapping with hydras for territory, and raises his hand, shaping the magic within him.
The gold glow of the dome glows bright in the gloom of the crypt and the corpse bounces right off its surface onto the chilly flagstones. It might have been darkly comical were it not for how quickly it recovers from this brief setback.
Bones click and crunch, and it skitters spider-like aside from a blast of crackling light shot from Vlast's blade, lunging at Cedric as the dome fades.
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He doesn't even look up, he just acts with reflexes born of decades of scrapping with hydras for territory, and raises his hand, shaping the magic within him.
The gold glow of the dome glows bright in the gloom of the crypt and the corpse bounces right off its surface onto the chilly flagstones. It might have been darkly comical were it not for how quickly it recovers from this brief setback.
Bones click and crunch, and it skitters spider-like aside from a blast of crackling light shot from Vlast's blade, lunging at Cedric as the dome fades.