Luka slowly raised Oblivion before his face, the black blade glowing with a faint magenta light, reflecting his crimson eyes along its edge. Blood dripped from his chin, while smoke billowed from beneath his gambeson.
'This filthy, disgusting abomination!'
Despite his miserable condition, Luka's focus and grip remained unchanging.
The Goblin Shaman continued its mockery atop the shrine, while dancing within the chaotic swirl of Miasma, unaware of Luka stealthily devouring it.
"Kihihihihi!"
Luka's expression darkened.
He swallowed the cold, foul-tasting air and moved.
The ground burst beneath his feet as he charged forward once more.
A trail of dark-red smoke followed behind him.
"Protect Lord Luka, keep them away from him!"
Gerard's roar echoed from the left flank as several knights immediately forced themselves forward to intercept nearby goblins trying to cut Luka off.
