But as Liam prepared to strike, a malicious smirk appeared on his lips, and he lowered the sword. The old man's eyes widened in hope, thinking that Liam had accepted his offer and was going to spare him.
"Thank…you… I will—"
But Liam's intentions were far darker. With a swift, brutal motion, Liam plunged the sword into the old man's leg.
The old man screamed in agony, his voice echoing through the chamber like the cry of a dying goblin.
Liam struck again and again, the dull blade requiring multiple strikes to sever the old man's feet from his legs. The old man's screams grew louder and more desperate with each strike, the sound of metal grinding against bone and flesh filling the air. Liam took his time, deliberately avoiding the places he had struck before, prolonging the old man's suffering as he reveled in the sound of the old man's screams.
