"How is he cutting through the skin of those sea creatures so easily?" Maria wondered silently, her eyes narrowing as she watched Razeal from a distance. She remembered very well that most sea creatures had bodies covered with scales thicker than iron their skin resistant even to strong magic and high level of physical attacks. Yet here he was, slicing through them as though their flesh were made of soft butter.
Each swing of his sword tore through the water like a flash of crimson light, and the creatures that met the blade were shredded apart in an instant. Blood spread around him like ink in the sea. It wasn't even a fight anymore; it was a massacre.
