"AHHHHHH!" This ti the howl ca from Priam's throat. Without thinking, he ripped his spear from Orthos' skull and grabbed it. Fatigue weighed on his shoulders, but he ignored it. The fight against Orthos had been quick but intense, and returning to the front without a mont's rest promised a tough fight. Yet it seed he had no choice...
Dashing toward the Boss, he charged his kinetic skill and identified his enemy. He was angry but not blinded by rage. This new Baron was an opponent he had to face seriously.
[Identification]
[Lunar Lord - Nea] - Nad after the legendary lion and son of Orthos. Nea is only a pale imitation of the mythological beast and has no real kinship with the late Orthos. Nevertheless, they were friends, and it will pursue the murderer of its brother with its terrible vengeance.
I hope your middle na is Heracles...
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“My na is Priam fucking Azura, and I'll crush this cat. Hey you, co here! I bet you're neutered!”
As Priam closed the distance between himself and Nea, Nea looked away. The Baron leaped towards another fighter and easily cut him to pieces. To the rest of the warriors, Nea and its white coat was a ghost. To be close enough to notice it was to be too close to death. As Priam altered his course to intercept the feline, it retreated, leaped, dodged, feinted, and killed more humans. It was faster than Priam and had no intention of letting the rest of the fighters who had trapped Orthos escape. It seed to have decided that the murderer of its friend would be the last to die. The warriors who had been knocked unconscious by the canine boss's scream were not spared, and Nea seed to enjoy stepping on them. As he tried to catch up with the Baron, Priam had to avoid stepping on human remains. Witnessing the massacre only strengthened his resolve: the cat had to die.
In a matter of seconds, the Boss wiped out any semblance of resistance. It seed smart enough to recognize that allowing humans to organize could be dangerous. Playing with its food, yes. Losing to mice, no.
Priam tried ten tis to attack the Baron and failed ten tis. He finally stopped when he realized he couldn't catch the second Boss. This one was too fast. His emotions were boiling over, and his fury and helplessness threatened to overwhelm his reason. He concentrated for a second on [Soul Mirror]. In the pure water, he saw his face distorted by a fierce sneer, and the ugliness of his expression cald him. He was a man and not a beast. That the animal could play with his emotions was already a defeat.
Priam breathed for a second before thinking. Every mont that passed sounded the death knell of a man or a woman, and he knew he didn't have ti to calm down completely. He would have to deal with his anger. He could accept it as long as it was in the service of his fight.
By the ti he thought about it, seven other people were dead. I want to stop it from killing more, but it's always one step ahead of . I move fast, but it's an exceptionally agile Boss. I won't catch it alone. I need to contact Anne and gather so semblance of resistance. With one last look at a man about to be gutted, Priam headed for Anne's last known location. He couldn't help the stranger, but he hoped to avenge him.
When he reached the top of the mound that was supposed to house Anne, Priam's eyes widened. For a mont, surprise dominated all his other emotions. In front of him, about twenty corpses were strewn on the ground. About twenty archers were lined up. Behind them, fighters mingled with warriors in more utilitarian roles - such as trackers, guides, ssengers, strategists, and bards. All were dead. What happened?
Priam beca dizzy. He had to lean on his spear to keep from falling. He had known death, but seeing one massacre after another would have been unbearable for any human capable of empathy. The adrenaline of battle was slowly leaving him while his emotions were disturbed. He had defeated the first Baron, but almost everyone else was dead. Despite all his efforts, nothing was going right. Defeat was beginning to find cracks in his ntal armor.
"No! I can and must act. People have died here, and it is not by crying over them that I will avenge them."
Closing his eyes, Priam ditated for a few seconds to suppress the anger and sadness overtaking him. He repeated these words to himself several tis to regain his confidence. He knew that scenes of massacre often broke soldiers, and he did not want to sacrifice his sanity today. I may be sad for these people, but I have to think about myself. And right now, I feel like soone is playing for a fool...
He was not stupid. With his strength and style, Nea would have thrown those corpses everywhere. Many would have been mutilated and scattered. Priam moved closer and turned over the corpse of a middle-aged man. The rest of the scruffy sweater - he must have been wearing it the day of the Tutorial - was stained with blood. Inspecting the clothing, Priam saw a clean cut through the heart.
"He was killed from behind. By a dagger or a knife. First, Orthos guarding the secret entrance to the do, and now this? What are you looking for, Anne?"
Behind him, Nea was finishing destroying the human resistance. Priam could do nothing more for them. To save a few people by staying by their side was to allow Anne to continue her machinations. Moreover, Priam was worried. The Amazon's plans did not look simple. Killing Orthos had opened a path to the do. Priam's family was potentially in danger, which ca before a few strangers' lives. Priam did not consider himself selfish, but his family would always co first.
Without looking back, Priam began to run in the direction Orthos had co from. In doing so, he knew the rest of the humans were dood. What matters is my family. I am not the protector of the innocent...
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