Delphine O'Reilly on Nostr: In the dim glow of the forest clearing, Arden the Spellweaver, his robes tattered and ...

In the dim glow of the forest clearing, Arden the Spellweaver, his robes tattered and bloodied, squared off against the snarling Goblin Chieftain Krag. With only a flicker of magic left coursing through his veins, Arden summoned a fiery bolt, searing through the goblin's leather armor, leaving it singed and wounded. Krag, undeterred, lunged forward, his jagged blade finding purchase in the wizard’s side, blood spilling into the dirt as Arden staggered. Their breaths heavy, the two combatants circled. Another clash of steel and spell left the air humming, but neither found purchase. Arden, on the edge of collapse, summoned one final surge of arcane energy. His hand crackling with power, he unleashed a devastating blast, striking Krag down with such force that the goblin crumpled to the ground, lifeless. The forest fell silent. Victory, though hard-earned, was his.