Slash! Slash!
Sam couldn't see a thing.
The abyss around him swallowed all light, and the darkness was too deep to pierce.
But even though he couldn't see it, he could feel the [Forsaken Clone] fighting.
It was his only line of defense against the dozens of [Forsaken]-rank beasts that surrounded them.
And the only way he could keep his focus entirely on the [Forsaken Lord] was by letting the clone take care of them.
Slash!
The sound echoed again.
And Sam could feel it, his clone was doing well.
It was holding its own thanks to its bloodlust. That was more than enough.
Sam turned his attention back to the figure ahead. The [Forsaken Lord].
"You won't be able to see anything," the shadowy lord said, stepping forward slowly. Its voice was calm, almost amused, "We both know your vision is already extremely reduced in the abyss."
Sam clenched his fists. The Forsaken Lord was right. The most he could make out were faint outlines.
