Back From Dungeon

Marcus watched as the orc was cut cleanly in half, his eyes lingering on the sword in his hand. He marveled at the weapon's effectiveness, realizing just how good it was. Unlike before, when channeling his aura required intense concentration and effort, this sword made it seem effortless.

The dark magical energy wrapped around the blade without him needing to focus too much. Even the sharpness of his strikes had increased. He suspected the mythril was the key, its quality amplifying both his aura and the sword's cutting edge.

As Marcus was lost in thought, something unexpected happened. Ric, his ever-loyal shadow companion, emerged from his body and trotted over to the orc's remains. Ric's small, puppy-like form suddenly expanded, growing to an unnatural size, and without hesitation, the creature devoured the bisected orc in a single gulp.