FWOOOOOM!
The axe tore through the air in a sudden blur.
The first undead in its path barely had time to react—one moment, it was charging in with rusted claws.
The next—
It was sliced from skull to pelvis, its rotten torso peeling apart like wet parchment.
The force of the swing didn't stop there.
The wind stored up from the swing shot forward like a whip and carved through six more in a sweeping arc, slicing through decayed flesh and brittle bone as though they were nothing more than dried leaves.
The impact sent a shockwave through the courtyard, kicking up snow and dust, shattering loose fragments of marble beneath his feet.
CRACK!
A skeletal knight, clad in the armor of a forgotten order, raised its jagged blade, charging in from the left.
Arkanos spotted it from the corner of his eye.
He didn't even let it swing.
With a twist of his hips, he turned his momentum into a brutal backhanded strike.