Chapter 118 First Wave

There was no dramatic, ground-shattering landing.

How could there be when Michael had only jumped from his second-floor apartment?

If it had been a skyscraper, perhaps such theatrics would have been justified. 

A cracked ground would have signaled that Michael had put too much force into the landing—an overzealous use of strength or pure vanity.

But in a situation where a massacre was unfolding, who was there to impress?

Monsters? 

The dying? 

Corpses?

Michael didn't want to waste even a moment.

The instant his feet hit the ground, he summoned his weapon from the storage space. In a fluid motion, effortlessly decapitated three green-skinned creatures charging toward him.

The green figures weren't unfamiliar to Michael.

Hobgoblins and goblins, with the latter appearing in greater numbers.