With his plan set, Timothy sprang onto the next ledge.
The Drake that had thrown the first spear barely had time to react before Timothy rammed its own weapon through its chest.
Without hesitation, he turned his gaze toward the Drakes on the opposite side.
Now positioned twenty-five meters away from the next ledge, he took full advantage of his growing arsenal.
Every time he felled a Drake, he reclaimed its spear and hurled it across the cavern.
His aim sharpened with each throw, his strength ensuring the weapons punched clean through their durable armor.
He moved like an assassin, silent, efficient, swift.
By the time the Drakes noticed him, it was already too late.
When he finally reached the end of the cavern, twenty-eight Drakes lay dead in his wake.
But despite his effort, he had only gained two level-ups.
"Leveling up is getting harder these days," he muttered.
Then, something unexpected happened.
He had reached Level 25.
