Free Web NovelChapter 17: it’s my win
The shield glowed blue, and Liam came forward.
Rock barely had time to brace before the shield connected with his chest and drove him back three full steps, his boots scraping against the stone floor. He caught himself against the wall and looked up with the expression of someone who had just been surprised by furniture.
"What the...?"
Liam was already coming again.
He slammed the shield into Rock a second time, and this time Rock hit the wall properly, the stone cracking behind him from the impact. The blue glow pulsed brighter with every collision, feeding off itself, and Kael could see it now. The shield wasn’t just defending anymore. It was converting force, storing it, giving it back doubled.
’Interesting,’ Kael thought. ’Very interesting.’
Rock snarled and pushed off the wall, sword blazing. He came in with a wide horizontal slash that Liam caught on the shield face. The flames scattered across the blue glow and died against it like water hitting a hot pan, all noise, no result. Liam pushed the sword aside and drove his shoulder into Rock’s chest, carrying him backwards.
"You are not stopping me," Rock snarled through his teeth, flames building higher around his blade, the orange bleeding toward white at the edges. "You have never been able to stop me. Not once."
He unleashed it all.
The explosion of fire that tore from the sword was not a controlled attack. It was fury given a shape, and it lit the entire corridor white for a full second. Mira grabbed the mage and pulled her back. The force of it rolled across the floor in a wave.
When the light cleared, Liam was still standing.
The shield was almost blinding now, the blue so deep it had shifted toward violet, and Liam’s feet had not moved an inch.
"Oh, I like him," Kael said.
Rock stared at the shield with something shifting in his eyes. The rage was still there, but underneath it, for the first time, was the beginning of doubt. He raised his sword again, breathing hard now, the effort of sustaining that level of flame visible in the tight lines around his jaw.
’Come on, Liam,’ Kael thought. ’You have him. Finish this.’
Liam charged. He closed the gap fast, shield forward, and Rock swung to meet him, a desperate, powerful swing that connected with the shield face and shattered against it, the blade spinning from Rock’s grip and clattering across the floor. Before Rock could register what had happened, the shield slammed into him again and drove him into the wall hard enough to dent the stone.
Rock slid down slightly, dazed, and looked up.
Liam stood over him, breathing in long, ragged pulls, shield still glowing, arm drawn back.
"Don’t," Rock said.
Liam brought the shield down.
The sound of it echoed off the walls in a clean, final way. Rock’s head dropped forward, and he went still, unconscious before he fully hit the ground.
Mira rushed over immediately, hands already moving over Rock’s body, the green glow of a healing spell forming between her palms before she even reached him.
Liam straightened up slowly. He looked at Rock on the ground and then at his own shield, the blue glow fading now, dimming back to ordinary metal. His chest heaved with every breath.
’He didn’t win,’ Kael said to no one. ’I won. I tripped Rock with a floor stone at the exact moment his momentum had committed. Without that, Rock’s last swing connects cleanly and Liam goes down. You’re welcome, Liam. You absolute bum.’
His intervention was what genuinely made the sword leave Rock’s hand.
He watched Liam accept the quiet congratulations of the mage with all the dignity of a man who believed he had done it himself and let out the long, slow sigh of someone who was very tired of not getting credit for anything.
Then he moved his attention deeper.
Floor Five’s entrance corridor was the kind of dark that had texture to it, the air thick and close, the walls pressing in just slightly compared to everything above. The group of five had felt the shift the moment they crossed the threshold, all of them adjusting without discussion, positions tightening, spacing closing, hands moving closer to weapons.
They found the hobgoblins two corridors in.
Seven of them, ranked and armed, moving in a loose formation that suggested they had done this before. Behind them, further back in the dark where the torchlight barely reached, something else was moving. Large. Unhurried. The kind of movement that knew it didn’t need to rush.
"Seven in front," Allen said quietly. "Something bigger behind."
"I see it," Lady Silva said. "Allen, Ragna. Clear the front. Leo, watch the flanks. Cleo, detection on the rear. I want to know what that is before it reaches us." freewebnσvel.cøm
Nobody argued. Nobody repeated the order back. They simply moved.
Allen went left and Ragna went right, and the hobgoblins had exactly one second to register the threat before the fight was already happening. Allen was between the first two before they completed a step, both blades moving in tight, efficient arcs, and the first dropped without making a sound. The second swung a war axe that Allen ducked under completely, came up inside its reach, and buried a blade in the gap below its arm.
Ragna hit the right flank like a door being kicked in. The war hammer swung once and two hobgoblins went sideways simultaneously, the shockwave from the impact sending a third stumbling. He followed through, stepping into the stumbling one and driving his elbow into its face, then brought the hammer around in a flat arc that took the legs out from a fourth.
’This is what competence looks like,’ Kael thought, watching. ’I should have more groups like this.’
Leo had materialized at the edge of the fight from nowhere in particular and was moving along the walls, cutting off angles, ensuring nothing flanked wide. The last hobgoblin standing turned to run and found Leo already there, looking profoundly bored about the whole thing.
The corridor went quiet.
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Cleo lowered her detection crystal slowly. The blue formation around it had gone very still, locked onto whatever was in the dark behind the hobgoblins. She looked at it for a moment, then looked at Lady Silva.
Lady Silva looked back at her.
"Well?" Allen asked, cleaning his blade without looking up.
Cleo opened her mouth, closed it, and looked at the crystal again as if hoping the reading had changed.
It hadn’t.
From the dark at the far end of the corridor came the sound of something very large, and very awake, finally deciding to move toward them.
