There was no dramatic, ground-shattering landing.
How could there be when Michael had only jumped from his second-floor apartment?
If it had been a skyscraper, perhaps such theatrics would have been justified.
A cracked ground would have signaled that Michael had put too much force into the landing—an overzealous use of strength or pure vanity.
But in a situation where a massacre was unfolding, who was there to impress?
Monsters?
The dying?
Corpses?
Michael didn't want to waste even a moment.
The instant his feet hit the ground, he summoned his weapon from the storage space. In a fluid motion, effortlessly decapitated three green-skinned creatures charging toward him.
The green figures weren't unfamiliar to Michael.
Hobgoblins and goblins, with the latter appearing in greater numbers.
The goblins, he had hunted himself in the Level 1 Crack, the Goblin World, and brought from the Association from the real world.
