A knight was meant to stand at the front.
Not hiding behind others, not striking from safety, but charging forward where the danger was thickest. Close combat was not merely a knight's responsibility. It was their pride, their proof of existence on the battlefield.
"Attack!"
With a fierce shout, Marcus stepped forward together with Pebble. The moment the remaining monsters closed into striking distance, he surged ahead without hesitation, meeting the incoming tide head-on.
"Hundred Phantom Strike!"
Steel screamed through the air.
The blades in Marcus's hands and Pebble's mirrored movements blurred into motion, their swings accelerating until they became a storm of overlapping afterimages. Countless sword shadows erupted outward, engulfing every monster within three meters before them.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
