Born in apocalypse

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As the numerous kill notifications began to fill his sight, he knew the spell was anything but normal.

’From the notification, it at least killed twenty goblins..’ he thought, and he began to prepare another such arrow. But this time he didn’t have the upper hand, as the goblins had already gotten close enough to attack him.

Some of the goblins attacks were blocked by Crystallce, giving Dhruv enough time to fire another spell, and this one was as powerful as the previous one. But that was it, he couldn’t fire another without risking getting surrounded by the goblins.

He quickly tossed out the idea of casting another spell and picked up his trusty spear. He was tired, but that didn’t stop him from fighting in earnest. One by one, goblins fell to his might. The thirsty enchantment helped him restore any damage taken, but it didn’t help with tiredness.

He looks toward Alaric, who was swiftly assassinating the goblins with the halp of his dagger. And Vexar was once again targeting the spiders, but this time he didn’t just chop off their legs; this time he was killing them as fast as he could. Maybe even he knew this wasn’t the time for any funny business.

Looking at Vexar seriously was sure a new feeling for him, but he didn’t have time to celebrate this fact.

Dhruv stood, his spear greedily absorbing all the blood present in its blade. His eyes scanned the upcoming monsters, alert for any movement. He knew this time he wouldn’t fight one at a time as a horde of goblins and spiders, were running toward him with all their might.

With a swift inhale, he steeled himself for the impending onslaught. The goblins emerged first, their ugly, misshapen forms skittering forth with menacing grins. As the first goblin lunged, Dhruv sidestepped deftly, the sharp claws whistling past his armor. In response, Dhruv’s spear thrust out like a viper’s strike, finding its mark in the goblin’s side. A triumphant roar echoed as the creature’s wretched body dropped to the ground, which was already filled with his kin.

Dhruv’s energy surged, the thrill of combat igniting his senses once again and making him forget the weakness that was washing over him. He allowed himself a fraction of a second to marvel at the dance of battle—his body moved as an extension of his skill, every thrust and parry a well-practiced art.

Another goblin leaped, but this time Dhruv didn’t dodge. With a roar, he charged with the speed of a tempest, his spear lowered like a warhorse’s lance. The goblin’s eyes widened in fear as Dhruv’s weapon found its mark, and the creature was behaded by the spear’s razer sharp tip.

But the spiders were closing in, their venomous fangs glistening malevolently. Dhruv shifted, the butt of his spear striking a spider’s cephalothorax with a sickening crunch. He spun again, whipping his spear in an arc that sent spiders flying through the air.

Magic surged within him, and Dhruv conjured a metal shield before him, its surface gleaming like a mirror. Poisonous bites and binding silk met impenetrable defense, each assault only fueling Dhruv’s determination.

The number was so great that a few managed to bite him, spiders waiting for their prey to succumb to their venom. But what they got was their doom in the form of a metal arrow. A clear shock in their eye, demanding an answer for this unfair scenario, but what they received was something far more beautiful.

Seizing the opportunity, Dhruv channeled his magical prowess. His hands drew invisible patterns in the air, and suddenly a bolt of fire materialized, shooting forth like a deadly rain. Goblins fell with agonized cries, their ugly forms burned.

Then a new type of goblin emerged, twice the size of his kin, holding a wooden club. Growling, he challenged Dhruv’s dominance. Dhruv knew this was another one of those who were stronger than these normal goblins. Still, fire ignited in his eyes as he unleashed a searing fire bolt, the intense heat engulfing the chieftain in an inferno of agony, and with a full power thrust, it also fell to his might. He was strong, but nowhere near the strength of the king.

Yet the spiders persisted, their relentless advance a testament to their poisonous tenacity. Dhruv’s spear spun and thrust, his body a blur of calculated movement. He thrust his spear into a spider’s maw just as its venomous fangs lunged, the metallic taste of victory mingling with the acrid stench of venom. The stench didn’t last long as, spear greedily drank all the blood.

Another spider leaped into action, employing a different tactic by launching a bundle of silk in an attempt to bind him. However, the silk never reached its mark, disintegrating in flames midway. In a matter of moments, the spider that had shot the silk suffered the same fate. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

As the time passed, it filled the already full field with more corpses. But that wasn’t all, as Dhruv’s movements grew slower and his breath labored. He stumbled on the corpse of a goblin. Straightening himself, he looked up, the horde of monsters that had come to him was almost finished.

With yet another agonizing minute passed, he ruthlessly ended the last monster, his gaze now shifting towards the member of his squad. The sight before him wrenched his heart, a sharp pang coursing through his chest.

Vexar’s luck had finally run out. One of his hands hung grotesquely, barely clinging to the rest of his battered body. His body was full of lethal injuries that could claim the life of the demon at any given moment.

His gaze shifted now, looking toward Azarex, who wasn’t any better than Vexar. All his undead had been wiped out except for a sole survivor who was now defending the life of his master with his life, which wouldn’t last long.

’At least Alaric is unharmed,’ he whispered to himself, a faint glimmer of solace trying to pierce the darkness. However, his brief feeling of relief was quickly interrupted by a sudden worry. He couldn’t shake the thought that Alaric might be hurt, and it was hidden because of his skin. On top of all that, there were still some monsters left.

In swift determination, Dhruv used the skill [tempest charge], propelling himself towards Vexar. His blade cleaved through any monster who had dared to approach the injured demon. He swiftly passed out a health potion.

And just like that, all the remaining monsters were killed, leaving only four of them alive on the island, Again. Filled with tiredness, all he wants is to sleep. But there was one thing he wanted to confirm before the next wave, so he looked toward the sea and said...