The blinding crimson blur of Sol tearing through the Coalition's forces had completely shattered the enemy's chain of command.
The high-layer warriors, who moments ago were standing as an impenetrable wall around the broken Veynar, were now scrambling in blind, frantic terror.
Every swing of Sol's daggers brought down another one; every soul dragged into his chest hollow mended his broken internal pathways and poured gasoline onto his roaring body.
The four Layer 4 warlords… the Marauder Chieftain Bruga, the second Marauder giant, Chief Vane of the Zharun, and the Zerith Chief… were completely occupied, screaming in rage as they chased a ghost that used their own men as meat shields, not like they really cared about their men, but it's just he is too damn fast.
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