In the wasteland, a great battle. No, a massacre was underway.
A lone male surrounded by monsters of various types, wolves, twisted beasts with horns and claws sharper than a mythril sword, clashed with this man. His body wore thin clothes and carried a single sword—its silver radiance, something magnificent.
Like a well-oiled machine, his body avoided their brutal attacks with precision.
Twist, dodge, lunge.
Another wolf falls to the silver blade, its face filled with confusion as the essence of life seeps from the wound, devoured by the man.
His raven hair swayed like a graceful dance at the capital's annual royal ball.
He flicked his sword, pivoting his hips to avoid a monster's claws. He let his hand press on the beast's snout before an explosion of ice crystals burst from within the monster's body, penetrating its organs.
"Ah..."
