The Undead King's Submission (End)

A dagger strike to the wrist, disrupting its grip. I could still feel the resonant shock of steel meeting undead bone as the blow collided with precision, forcing the massive creature to reel for half a heartbeat. Despite its decaying body, the Goblin King's reflexes remained formidable—driven by necromantic power rather than mortal muscle. But for that brief moment, its vice-like hold on the greatsword loosened, giving me the chance to surge forward and press the advantage.