*creekk*
The scrape of steel against stone echoed softly as Brandon walked forward, the sword held firmly in his right hand with its tip dragging lightly along the floor with every weary step.
Behind him, dozens of Minotaur corpses littered the corridor as bull-headed bodies sprawled in unnatural angles after the one-sided slaughter.
Some had been cleaved cleanly in half. Others had their heads severed or their chests caved in.
Broken axes and shattered spears lay scattered among the bodies.
"Huff... Huff..."
The stump of his left arm throbbed with a deep, burning ache as blood still seeped slowly from the wound, leaving a faint trail behind him on the floor.
His torso and legs were covered in fresh cuts and bruises from the relentless fighting.
Every muscle screamed for rest, but he refused to stop.
He glanced ahead at the enormous, half-open door in the distance.
'That looks like a boss floor,' he thought grimly.
