It had only been a few minutes, but the trio had completely licked clean an entire cavern floor worth of ice orcs and frost warlords! They must have taken down at least 60 big guys in total!
Damon's grin widened as he surveyed the wreckage. Dozens of frost orc warlords lay strewn across the battlefield, their icy armor now nothing more than smoldering husks. The air stank of blood, smoke, and victory.
"Looks like we've hit the motherlode," Damon muttered and ran a hand through his hair, leaving streaks of blood behind. "The vampire hall is going to get that upgrade soon."
Mark came up beside him, cracking his knuckles and grinning despite the frost clinging to his hair and armor.
Kate joined them, her staff still glowing faintly with residual blood magic. She looked out over the battlefield, her expression equal parts proud and amazed. "That was… intense," she breathed. "And fun," she added with a grin. "We should do this more often."
