Slash! Slash! Slash!
Sam cut through every monster around him with effortless precision.
Each one fell instantly, their bodies collapsing with a single slash of his primordial sword.
He didn't absorb anything from them.
It wasn't because he didn't need the power, but because doing so would reveal far too much about him.
For the most part, he felt he blended in with the others.
At least, that's what he believed, until he sensed it.
A sharp awareness pricked at him, and when he turned, he saw Seraphine staring straight at him.
"What are you doing, saintess? Let's move before more monsters appear. I'm sure we can manage!"
Her companions were speaking around her, each of them locked in their own fights.
They managed to handle the monsters, though not without some effort.
Even so, Seraphine's attention did not waver.
Her gaze stayed locked on Sam, her pupils glowing faintly with the unique light of elven power.
