Max's eyes glinted with cold resolve as he made that decision firm in his mind. Wherever he moved on the battlefield, he left behind him a wake of carnage: a litter of monstrous corpses sprawled across the red-soaked earth, severed limbs twitching, and dark blood hissing and steaming where it splattered upon the heated ground.
Each step he took, each flicker of his blade, pushed him closer to that deadly number, as the horde of Nulls fell beneath his unstoppable advance like wheat before the scythe.
This kid… his Level 2 Sword Concept is already edging into intermediate stage mastery. One of the elders, a seasoned expert tasked with overseeing the defense of the first circle, couldn't help but pause mid-slash to watch Max, genuine admiration glimmering in his sharp eyes.
