The three heroes stood at the back of the chamber, watching the massacre. In less than few minutes, half of the Royal Knights had been wiped out. The floor was covered in broken armor and blood. Hiroshi's shadow body moved through the ranks like a scythe through tall grass. Every time he swung an arm, a man died.
Marcus, was the first to speak. His eyes were wide as he tracked Hiroshi's movements. "The measurement is wrong. It has to be. A level 20 cannot move like that. Even if he is possessed by a dark spirit, the physical body should have broken apart from the strain by now."
"It doesn't matter what the level says," Kenji said. His hand was steady on his sword hilt, though his face was pale. "He isn't using technique. He's just faster and stronger than everyone else. It's raw output. If we don't stop him now, he'll kill every knight in this room and then come for us."
