Blood Dungeon (Part 3)
Kiara steadied herself, planting her feet into the jelly-like surface beneath her. The ground shifted and wobbled beneath her, but she maintained her balance, her body honed through years of training.
Her sword flashed in the dim light, cutting through the monstrous creatures with precision.
Every swing felt like a perfect strike, but there was a problem. The creatures she sliced through didn't die.
Whether her attacks were charged with soul energy or not, it didn't matter. The monsters' bodies didn't bleed. They didn't even flinch. They simply regenerated, their severed limbs and decapitated heads returning in an instant.
Like some kind of twisted magic, the parts that had been lost reattached, as if they had never been harmed at all.
Frustration bubbled inside Kiara. Her attacks were useless. She could feel her heart rate quicken with each failed strike.