Kane had succeeded!
He had passed the trial!
"Ha ha ha! Good!"
Seeing this, Anvil's heart settled completely. Laughing wildly, he raised his war hammer and charged after him.
Kane ran like a ghost, so fast he nearly left afterimages behind.
The corrupting power had vastly enhanced the speed attribute most vital to him as an assassin.
Along the edge of his hand, missing its ring finger, a grayish-purple energy blade condensed. Every swing was like Death's scythe, savagely cutting across goblin throats.
In the blink of an eye, three goblins who had just surrounded him collapsed in stunned disbelief, clutching their spurting necks.
The horrifying sight scared the wits out of the other goblins. Screaming, they staggered back again and again, their formation thrown into utter chaos.
Together with the slaves fleeing in every direction, the entire camp entrance had become like a pot of boiling porridge.
Bathed in warm goblin blood, Kane's chest heaved violently. The supreme exhilaration of vengeance fulfilled washed through every limb and bone, making him almost want to howl at the sky.
As the killing continued, his frenzied sanity gradually returned. The purple-gray mist around him slowly withdrew, condensing at the spot of his missing ring finger into a slightly illusory phantom energy finger.
Seeing Anvil arrive, the two stood back-to-back and exchanged a glance. In each other's eyes, they saw long-lost exhilaration and fighting spirit.
"Today, we'll turn this damned place upside down!" Kane growled, shooting out once more.
This time, his style was completely different.
His combat instincts had fully returned. Stealth, assassination, deceptive footwork... an assassin's techniques were woven into this mad battlefield.
[Stealth]
[Shadow Kill]
At times, he flickered through the shadows and slit the throats of isolated goblins. At others, he darted through the enemy with his speed, delivering