Heatwave

The hiss of evaporating water filled the air as Clyde's Elderglass sword that filled with water power carved cleanly through the molten beast's skull. A thick mist erupted from the wound shrouding the battlefield in ghostly white tendrils.

The severed half of the monster's head sloughed off and hitting the cracked ground with a wet molten splatter. The scent of scorched rock and something disturbingly organic filled the air.

And yet, it still stood straight in its position.

Clyde's grip tightened around his sword. His breathing remained steady but his instincts screamed at him that something was wrong. The System remained silent. No notification and confirmation of a kill, and no notification of gained EXP.

"It's not dead?!"