Maddening Storm

Building Personal Strength

Meanwhile, on Sapphire Island, a slender figure was engaged in a battle with a horde of zombies. Slick and swift, the figure flashed back and front in front of a gated mansion, leaving only shadows in its wake.

Enraged shrieks and angry snarls resounded in the air. The horde of zombies lunged forth with razor claws and bloody fangs, hungry for the blood and flesh of the human who was seemingly toying with them.

The air blasted and the ground shook under their charge. But before any could lay a claw on the figure, their movements stagnated, then their heads exploded like rotten watermelons.

"One more!"

Ella twirled the twin blades of crimson-gold and threw them at the remaining headless zombies. Like a knife through butter, the zombies' bodies were cleanly bisected in the middle. The two halves fell apart, and a heap of glowing beads rose from amidst the macabre.

She waved her hand, and the heap disappeared into thin air.

"With this stack, I should be able to enter the 4th level.