71: Creeping Exhaustion

A cataclysmic burst of aura dawned in the center of the horde. Rain's spine clench in terror. The hair on her body stood straight when she noticed the abrupt spike in temperature.

Her forehead drenched in sweat when she bathed in the thick miasma oozing out of Creed's skin. The corrosive aura of chaos, fanned giant ripples in her circadian rhythms.

The sword in the Creed's arms rolled faster than eyes could see. Uncountable streaks of lightning stretched across the field.

The hell-flame blade ran horde like a knife through butter. Creed tore through and started cutting off ghouls as if he was mowing his grassy backyard. After a few seconds, both of their bodies got covered in sticky blood and flesh.

The havoc Creed caused in the field was immeasurable, as a result, the blood and gore rained from the sky down like a heavy downpour.

The fact that Creed's body adapted to the new longsword so fast made the entire scene even more terrifying. Despite such a bone deep exhaustion, he zapp