Part- 378:
James lit the mp aered the frozen world. He step into the dungeon. The flickering glow of torches barely illumihe massive hall, and the low hum of the dungeon's power vibrated through the floor, resonating with the steady beat of his heart. He took a slow, trolled breath, tering himself.
First things first: Fht. He focused, letting the tingliion of magic pulse through his body. His surroundings sharpehe shadows being clearer, more defihe goblins might be sneaky, but James was ready.
His eyes sed ahead, and there it was: a goblin archer, crouched low in the shadows, its beady eyes narrowing as it aimed its bow. An arrow was already nocked, deadly i in those small, gleaming eyes. James froze for a split sed, calg the distance. One wrong move, and it would hit.
“Somehow, I am feeling different today," he muttered under his breath. The goblin had no idea just how outmatched it was.
With a swift motion, he gripped his wooden sword and prepared. The arrow whistled past him in the narrow corridor, but James was already moving. Sidestepping, he deflected the arrow with a practiced swing. The goblin hissed in frustration, revealing itself in the process, and attempted to dart into the shadows to escape.
"Oh, no you don’t," James growled, a grin tugging at the er of his mouth. “You’re not getting away that easily.”
With a burst of speed, he closed the distance, swinging his sword in a quick, decisive arc. The goblin crumpled to the ground, defeated before it could eve. James barely broke stride.
“Clever, huh?” he muttered, stepping over its body. “You think you’ve got the jump on me, hiding in the shadows? Well, guess what—I’ve been *living* in shadows lohan you.”
He just wao say this kind of line for once.
He tinued forward the winding corridors, more alert thahe goblins weren’t just lurking in ers; they were setting up traps, creating a mental maze as much as a physical one. James had to think on his feet. His Fht skill was useful, but it was only a fsh of insight—a glimpse into the immediate future. It wasn’t a crutch; it was an edge, and he knew better than to rely on it too heavily.
At one point, as he rounded a bend, something shimmered on the ground—a faint, barely noticeable wire stretched across the path. His heart skipped a beat.
“Arap, huh? You guys never quit, do you?” He crouched down, iing the wire. It was almost invisible, but he could see the slight tension ihreads. A weighted rock hung precariously above it. One wrong step, and the trap would trigger, crushing whoever was unlucky enough to set it off.
“Well, not today.” With a precise, fluid motion, he sidestepped the wire, his foot just grazing the ground where the trap y.
James kept moving, his senses sharpened with every step. As he approached another bend, he felt the familiar flicker of his Fht. His heart rate increased, not with fear, but with excitement. Anoblin archer. This time, the position was more favorable to the enemy—it was well hidden, ready to fire just as he rouhe er. James smiled, his grip on the sword tightening.
