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The ground split again before anyone could breathe.
From beyond the treeline, a roar thundered, deeper, heavier. The frozen forest cracked apart as something vast forced its way through, dragging with it the stench of mana decay.
Askara lifted his gaze, his mismatched eyes gleaming in the stormlight. "Oh~ Here we go again," he murmured.
Beside him, Anggana rolled his shoulders, the faint outline of scales shimmering along his arms. His usually lazy expression sharpened.
"Finally," he muttered. "I was getting bored"
The snow burst upward as a new horde charged, bigger, faster, meaner. Among them lumbered creatures fused with metal and bone, dripping corrupted mana like oil.
Askara moved first.
He vanished into the blur of storm and claws, his katana flashing in arcs of crimson. Every slash was poetry written in blood: Fluid, beautiful... Merciless.
His movements carried the elegance of a dancer and the hunger of a predator.
