Blood splattered against the rock floor of the cavern as I sliced cleanly through a cluster of Goblins, their stomachs carved open and spilling their life essence in abundance, staining the ground red.
They poofed into dust moments later, but I had already moved onto the next enemy, continuing to defend the Vampire that was inside a dome of rock behind me, waiting for her to emerge from the stone cocoon as a harbinger of fiery destruction.
A minute was an interesting unit of time due to how long or how short it could be depending on the situation you were in.
Forging or having sex made that seem minuscule and unimportant, and mere drop in the bucket of the time that you were spending doing something enjoyable and something you were focusing on; a minute there was short and quick, meaning you needed multiple minutes to make it worth while...
