The warm wet liquid felt strange on his skin.
He had killed them himself this time.
And he felt...
Nothing.
More dark-cloaked figures charged toward him from every direction.
His aura continued to explode outward, pressing them down before they could reach him.
Mana threads spread from his body toward the approaching enemies.
He would kill them all.
Every last one.
"Mister..."
A weak voice.
Barely a whisper.
He snapped out of his trance.
He looked down at Lina in his arms.
Her eyes were half-open. Her breathing was shallow.
This...
Due to releasing his overwhelming aura, the enemies he had been suppressing were freed.
They charged at him once more.
Mira rose to her feet and stood defensively before him.
The enemies closed in.
Weapons raised.
Ready to strike.
And just as they were about to reach them…
Blink.
Lunaris and Mira vanished into nothingness.
The dark-cloaked figures stumbled forward, their blades cutting through empty air.
