The Flames of Desperation

"Ignis."

Azrael swiftly raised his hand, unleashing a burst of blinding flames that momentarily disoriented the Goblin Chief. Capitalizing on the distraction, he deftly slid underneath the beast's chin.

With his mana-coated sword raised above him, Azrael navigated the slimy ground, utilizing the creature's own body against it.

Thick blood sprayed out in a streak from the beast's chest to its belly as Azrael's sword found its mark. The Goblin Chief roared in agony, thrashing wildly in response to the searing pain.

Azrael swiftly rolled out from under the flailing creature, narrowly escaping being crushed by its massive body. As he regained his footing, he stood and observed the beast's frantic movements, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

'That's one tough bastard.'

Despite the severe injury, the Goblin Chief continued to thrash around wildly, displaying a resilience that surprised Azrael. Suddenly, its yellow, slitted eyes lit up, glowing like shiny gold coins against the darkness. Its movements became faster and more pronounced, and in a sudden shift, the creature fixated its gaze on the pesky little vermin on the ground—Azrael.

"Oh shit!" Azrael exclaimed as he hastily dashed away from the charging form of the Goblin Chief.

The creature's massive frame barreled through the chamber like a runaway train, wreaking havoc and destroying everything in its path. Azrael deftly weaved through the debris, narrowly avoiding being crushed by the Goblin Chief's colossal body.

Then, amidst the chaos, a deafening roar shattered the air, sending shivers down Azrael's spine. Reacting swiftly, he lunged to the side, narrowly dodging as a spray of dark, putrid liquid splattered behind him. The Goblin Chief had spewed a foul substance in his direction, and Azrael grimaced in disgust as he narrowly avoided being hit by the noxious substance.

'Disgusting.'

Despite the injury and the repulsive attack, the Goblin Chief showed no signs of slowing down, its relentless pursuit driving Azrael to push his limits as he continued to flee from the unyielding beast.

The ground quaked with each thunderous impact of the Goblin Chief's massive legs striking the floor. Azrael, driven by adrenaline-fueled desperation, continued to evade the deadly charge of the beast.

The enormity of the chamber proved to be an advantage for Azrael, providing ample space for him to maneuver and outmaneuver the lumbering creature. With each evasive move, he exploited the vastness of the room, darting and weaving through the chaos as he sought to outwit the relentless pursuit of the Goblin Chief.

The Goblin Chief swung its fat hand at him. Azrael, anticipating the attack, leaped into the air. The Goblin Chief's massive hand swiped through the air, narrowly missing Azrael's agile form. Landing on the ground with a nimble grace, Azrael wasted no time and continued running, the Goblin Chief hot on his heels.

The chase persisted, Azrael deftly weaving through the debris while the Goblin Chief, in its relentless pursuit, smashed everything in its path.

Without hesitation, Azrael abruptly stopped in his tracks and pivoted, dashing back towards the charging Goblin Chief. The creature, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected maneuver, swiftly opened its mouth and unleashed a massive glob of dark, viscous liquid towards Azrael.

Seeing the impending danger, Azrael slanted his feet and slid beneath the oncoming attack. The black liquid whizzed past mere inches from his face, its malevolent presence sending shivers down his spine.

However, a single drop of the corrosive substance managed to strike Azrael's cheek, causing an intense burning sensation as smoke sizzled from the scorching impact. The spot where the drop hit his cheek turned black and charred.

Azrael's howl of pain echoed in the chamber as the Goblin Chief charged once again. Determination etched on his face, Azrael raised his sword, aiming it at the rushing beast.

With a swift motion, he sliced through the air, conjuring a crescent of pure mana that hurtled towards the charging Goblin Chief. The mana crescent struck the creature's chest with precision, leaving a deep gash in its wake. The Goblin Chief roared in agony, momentarily staggered by the force of Azrael's counterattack.

The Goblin Chief faltered for a brief moment, its momentum momentarily disrupted by the force of Azrael's attack. However, the beast quickly regained its footing and resumed its relentless charge, undeterred by the injury it had sustained.

Azrael panted heavily, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggled to catch his breath. The constant running and evading had taken its toll on his stamina, leaving him feeling drained and exhausted. Furthermore, the last powerful attack had depleted a significant portion of his mana, leaving him with limited resources for further magical assaults.

As Azrael attempted to dodge the incoming attack, he realized he was too slow. The Goblin Chief's massive hand collided with him, sending him hurtling through the air until he crashed into a nearby wall with bone-jarring force.

Gasping for breath, Azrael struggled to regain his bearings, but before he could recover, he was forced to roll to the side as a gigantic foot descended where he had just crashed. The impact of the colossal appendage against the ground sent a web of cracks radiating outward from beneath it.

With a sense of impending doom, Azrael watched as the beast opened its mouth once again, unleashing another torrent of the dark, corrosive liquid towards him.

Thinking quickly, Azrael channeled mana into his feet and palms, propelling himself forward with a burst of speed. He skillfully avoided the black liquid on the ground from the Goblin Chief's earlier attack, ensuring he stayed clear of the corrosive substance.

Seizing the opportunity, the Goblin Chief turned towards Azrael, charging at him once again. However, in a stroke of luck, the creature stepped on its own black liquid, causing its massive form to lose traction. The beast slipped, momentarily losing control and balance in a precarious stumble.

Recognizing the opportunity, Azrael swiftly raised his hand and cast the spell.

"Ignis."

With his mana reserves depleted from the earlier mana sword crest attack, Azrael conjured a small fireball. The fiery projectile struck the black liquid on the ground, igniting it instantly. Flames spread rapidly, advancing towards the stumbling Goblin Chief.