"Damn it!" one of the warriors growled, blood dripping from his forehead.
Arthur finally moved.
CRACK!
With a sudden burst of speed, he vanished from his spot, reappearing beside the Goreclaw.
"Took you long enough." He smirked, raising his hand. "[Dark Rend]."
A black blade of energy formed at his fingertips—
SLASH!
The Goreclaw's head was cleaved clean off. Its massive body convulsed before crashing to the ground, shaking the earth beneath them.
Silence.
Then—
BOOM!
Arthur moved again, weaving through the battlefield like a phantom. Every time a warrior was about to be overwhelmed, he appeared. A precise strike here, a quick heal there. He wasn't just supporting—he was controlling the flow of battle.
The wolfmen watched in awe.
"What kind of monster is this kid?"
"How the hell is he this strong?"
But Arthur didn't care about their whispers. He was too busy ensuring no one died.
