The Undead King's Submission (2)

"Not bad," I remarked quietly, my voice echoing in the chamber. Even through the swirling gloom of undeath, I sensed the Goblin King's acknowledgment. He gave a curt inclination of his head, an unspoken agreement that this battle was worth his full attention. There was no mindless flailing here—he was responding to my moves, taking advantage of his size and speed, while I adapted to his monstrous power and cunning.

The Goblin King shifted his stance, slamming the greatsword's tip into the floor with a jarring clang. Sparks flickered as runes flared along the blade, and I felt the surge of necromantic energy. It was as if the chamber itself responded, a faint tremor running through the stones beneath our feet. He wrenched the sword free again in one smooth motion, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the floor. Then he lunged, this time with a horizontal slash aimed at my midsection.