Chapter 68: War (3)

The battlefield was chaos incarnate.

The sky overhead burned with the eerie glow of fire and plasma, a sickly haze clinging to the air as gunfire cracked and metal clashed.

The deafening roars of orcs and the shrill screeches of goblins filled my ears, but I had long since learned to drown out the noise.

I pulled the trigger.

A goblin's head snapped back as a bullet tore through its skull, its small, wiry body crumpling into the dirt.

Before its corpse even hit the ground, I pivoted, swinging my sword in a tight arc.

The blade bit deep into an orc's chest, its thick armor offering little resistance against the reinforced steel.

It let out a guttural growl, its beady eyes flashing with rage before I yanked my blade free and kicked it back into the horde.

I barely had a second to breathe.

A goblin lunged at me from the side, jagged dagger aimed for my ribs.