Zaroth's beasts began to lash out at every form of life their gaze fell upon following his command.
With a sigh, he got off Luna and dismissed her. His mana reserves had taken a hit and there was no point in keeping her summoned any longer.
With silent steps he got off the roof she had landed upon and decided to join his beasts slaughter, holding his odachi firmly in his hand.
His movements were swift but calm like water; just by a single glance it was clear that the sparring sessions with Eldros had borne fruit.
Soon, the first target entered his field of vision: a woman clad in black, adorned with crimson armaments — the standard military garb of the enemy empire.
Zaroth didn't need to use great effort to dispatch her on the spot. She was but an easy target.
Not stopping even for a second, as this extortion wasn't enough to make him sweat, he shifted his focus to the next target.
Everywhere he went, only corpses remained, and it was the same for his beasts as well.
