The Divine Undertaker
Nearby, the Danmarch patriarch hounded by two flying swords, felt a bloodthirsty shiver running down his spine, extending to his every bone!
Swish! Swish!
In an instant, after dicing the Nistral patriarch, four flying swords encircled the Danmarch patriarch, cutting off any route of escape!
"What grade are these swords?!" he cried, shock showing all over his face.
The sharpness and the strength was simply outrageous—far beyond the Noble grade weapon he wielded.
If he let down his guard for a second, the swords would slice off a pound of his flesh!
He promptly turned, only to find himself starting into Caleb's eyes.