Zarek grinned wildly, his amber eyes flaring with arcs of smoky crimson and blazing brass within. Akin to torches of gold in the night, they lit up like lanterns as he could finally feel his heart churning with heated intent.
He dodged to one side, lashing out with his whip in the same instant. Godsfall pooled into the whip in his palm, lengthening the thread of black until it latched onto the body of one of the enormous Turned worms.
While he couldn't emit Godsfall from his body, a treasure was a far different thing entirely.
With a flex of his lats and a pull of his arm, he launched himself into the air, swinging up and in a wide arc, just missing the open maw of one of the Turned worms.
He didn't even bother to check their stats, feeling not the slightest need to. He only knew one thing.
They were weak.
He fell down the backside of one of them, his Godsfall Steel machete slashing down the length of its back and filleting its body open.
