"Wait, what does he think he’s doing?" a youth shrieked, his eyes filled with distress.
"It’s no use. Just run while you still have the chance," another chid in.
"It’s inevitable... I think he just decided to join in to put himself out of his misery."
"Makes sense, I would do the sa—wait... where did he go?"
***
Murmurs rippled across the battlefield as Aurelian’s figure ca into view, but he gave them no mind. His form blurred, appearing in front of the level 23 acidic sli. Both blades wrenched deep into its torso, giving it no chance to process what was happening. The corrosive energy hovering around it lted its innards, its soul already severed as it drifted into his blade, now glowing faintly.
Then he moved to the next. The whole ordeal only taking a few seconds.
***
"Look there... he’s impaled both blades into that sli that ate the others!"
"What does he think that’ll achieve? Tickle them to death? The blades are useless..."
"Holy fucking shit... what the hell is happening? Are you seeing this?"
"Yeah... the sli. It’s degenerating and frozen in place... and it’s dead?"
"He stabbed it to death with blades? Am I missing sothing here?"
"How did he do that?"
Murmurs erupted as the youths broke into commotion, shock rooting deep inside them.
A creature that would have taken their combined effort, even at their peak, had been defeated so effortlessly. It shattered their perspectives, restructuring them once again.
Lena breathed, her eyes widening further as she took in the sight. "Those blades... they’re different," she whispered under her breath. Were they mystical artifacts? Treasures? Her mind raced—it was the only way to explain how the cloaked figure could slay such a beast so easily.
***
[Level 25: 6,600/45,000]
"Weak." Aurelian snickered, staring at the notification blinking before him. Weak beasts at this point ant fewer dungeon points.
Ti to change that.
His pace quickened, his figure leaving mirages in his wake. Wherever he passed, a blade slash cut across the fra of an acidic sli. Before long, a horrendous sight unfolded before all watching.
Mirages blanketed the battlefield, and wherever they passed, lifeless sli bodies collapsed to the ground. The most terrifying part was the only mark left on them, a single slash from the blades the cloaked figure wielded.
***
"He’s leaving just a single cut... and it’s killing them?"
"How the fuck is he doing that?"
"And his speed? He’s so fast he’s leaving mirages behind!"
"Is that the full potential of a warrior’s class? Damn it! I knew it... why did I have to be a stupid archer? That could’ve been right now!"
"Stop spewing nonsense. I’m a warrior too, aren’t I? You don’t see soloing those fucking slis, do you? That’s a goddamn genius at work!"
"Yeah, he’s right... though those abominable, cool-as-hell blades aren’t sothing a normal warrior can conjure. I say he’s a freaking mage!"
"Everybody stop blubbering and help him!" Lena yelled, her black eyes glimring with rekindled hope. This was it, their shot to co out on top again. With the cloaked figure on their side, there was a real chance to survive this.
"Huh?" Her eyes narrowed suddenly, blue hair fluttering behind her. She whispered slowly, "What the fuck..."
The cloaked figure released his grip on the blades. Before anyone could speak, they hovered mystically in the air, then, in a display of entrancing power, lit up brilliantly in a resplendent black hue. They dissipated into wisps of energy, and then the true terror broke forth.
From the dual blades ca two more, then another two. Two beca four, four beca eight, until rows of twenty-four blades hovered before the cloaked figure nacingly. With a single command, he breathed:
"Go forth."
What ensued was nothing short of a massacre. The blades streaked through the acidic slis, so tearing straight through their flesh, others slicing shallow marks across their surfaces. Yet the result was the sa: wherever they passed, the slis collapsed lifelessly.
***
"That’s it... my whole life’s been a lie! What’s the point of growing stronger if freaks like this exist?"
"Calm down, buddy. Comparing yourself to him is giving yourself way too much credit. Your whole existence was already a lie..."
"Shut the hell up!"
"I knew he wasn’t a warrior! Look at that! That’s a goddamn spell allowing him to split his blades like that. Only mages can wield such godly power!"
"Cut the crap. I don’t care anymore. The power he wields... he’s like a death... reaper!"
"You dare give our savior such a stupid na? Courting death! With the magnificence he’s displayed... he’s the Grim Reaper Incarnate!"
"You’re fucking damned right he is!"
"Wait, how do you know it’s a guy? For all we know, it might be a girl, and you’re disrespecting her!" a short-haired girl squeaked, her hands gripping her bow tightly.
"Huh? What do you an it’s a girl? I’d be damned if I couldn’t tell one apart even if they were turned to ashes!"
"I agree. To call the Grim Reaper a girl?! Pure heresy!"
***
"How is this possible?" Lena blurted. How could one person wield so much power so effortlessly? Even casting a single skill should have exhausted him, yet he stood unfazed as the blades tore through wave after wave.
And as she continued watching, a growing sense of awe boiled deep within her. Was this what the elders back at her clan ant, when they said there was always soone better out there? It could only be.
Yet as her thoughts spiraled, her eyes suddenly narrowed. A monstrous seven-ter sli charged at the cloaked figure.
This was bad! A quick scan with her hidden skill revealed the sli was Level 24—uncommon rank. She had to do sothing. With his blades deployed, he was left defenseless, or so she thought.
The sli crossed the five-ter mark, and as if he had eyes in the back of his head, the figure suddenly turned. Holding out two fingers, he poked at an odd spot near the bottom of its torso.
Huh? He poke it?
What unfolded next froze her breath. Faint cracks spread across the sli’s body, locking it in place before it exploded into bits of flesh and blood. The shockwave blasted back his hood, revealing his face.
Everyone froze, dumbstruck.
Aurelian, anwhile, smiled genuinely for the first ti as notifications flickered before him.
***
[Level 25: 45,000/45,000]
"Finally." Aurelian breathed. It was about ti.
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