Foul Play (3)
BAM!
Yet another beast was sent flying away. Ashton's summons had gone on a rampage, especially Sven who had become death itself for all those humanoids. Sven's swings were nothing like before. There was no hesitation in attacking the ones who dared to harm his master.
His technique was perfect. Each of his swings was destined to chop at least one head off of the shoulders of his enemies.
He was easily pushing them back, yet something felt weird. Ashton had searched every room, and every corner of the place they were in and yet he couldn't find a way out. Every room he went inside was either empty or filled with a foul smell. Even worse than that of the dead following him around.
It seemed that the portal was the only way out of there, but it too was inactive. The only good thing that came out of the farce was the exp he got as Sven massacred everyone.