Well, the fight with the demon ended faster than Liam expected, and it definitely went in his favor this time.
He had been staring the thing down for what felt like forever.
His sword heavy in his grip, sweat dripping down his back even though the underground air was cool and damp.
His heart hammered against his ribs. This was it. He thought 'I should go for it'.
This is the only chance I've got. No room for mistakes, no second tries.
He lunged forward without another second of hesitation and drove his sword straight into the demon's head.
The blade sank in with a wet crunch, and the creature let out one final.
A Gurgling roar before its body went limp and dropped to the stone floor like a sack of rocks.
Liam yanked the sword free, breathing hard, his arms shaking a little from the effort.
Alright, I got it, he thought, a quick rush of relief hitting him. One less monster to worry about.
But the relief lasted maybe two heartbeats.
