My Necromancer Class - Chapter 356 Swordsmith

... occasional crackles. The ends of the logs dripped and bubbled a sappy ooze as the moisture was forced out.

While the fire burned away, Red and Archers had been busy. A number of rat-sized moths occasionally swooped towards the light, annoying their master in doing so. That was enough to seal their fate, being cut in two or plunging themselves into the flames and setting themselves ablaze.

A small family of cat-sized slugs had also made its way over, attracted to the light, their ...