The battlefield was a mess of bone blood and gore. All around Thalia, apocalypse beasts were falling with ease.
All it took was a simple slash or blow to take multiple beasts down, immoral rank beasts were like inconsequential pests that only served to get in her way.
Her main target was the mammoth, but the lesser beasts were hoarding around it, trying their best to prevent her charge.
Thalia could easily jump above them but that would expose her to a range of attacks, including putting her in sight of the marmot.
And so she decided to cut her through the horde.
Thalia moved, a blur of motion and crimson light, as her scythe tore through everything around her. Beasts were dying like flies in her wake and it didn't take more than a second for anything she encountered to die due to the intensity of her strikes.
