Despite the sudden power up, they were still no match for Atticus. He moved like a phantom within their ranks, katana dancing, leaving severed heads in his wake.
However, no matter how many Atticus killed, more just kept on coming. His gaze narrowed as he cut through another swarm of thousands.
'Something is wrong.'
This was a thought that had come to his head ever since he first clashed with the legion. There was something off about them.
It had been just a few moments, but his battle with Lyress had already proven utterly different from the Empress of earlier. This was more intense. More draining.
Lyress was strong, there was no doubt about that. But she wasn't too strong. Not for someone of Atticus's caliber.
However, something was wrong here. Something that made no sense.
When two wills of equal level and strength clashed, the winner was usually decided by other factors, their will type, their concepts, and how their users utilized them during battle.
