As the battle raged on, it became painfully clear that Sam was overtaking everything that came at him.
Not a single monster managed to land a hit.
His spirits tore through the enemy lines like a storm, shredding anything that dared to come close.
Even when dozens of them were torn apart, Sam barely slowed down.
He simply sprinted through the chaos, touching the newly-formed spirits that appeared before him and recruiting them in an instant.
The process was seamless—Stark's command connected everything immediately, and before long, Sam's army had grown once more.
Each level 100 spirit he recruited carried incredible power, rivaling the corrupted monsters that filled the battlefield, but with an added boost from his own energy.
One of his spirits alone could handle up to five monsters before it fell.
And as if that wasn't enough—
Fwish!
Dozens of black tendrils erupted from Sam's sword, writhing through the air and plunging into the corpses of the fallen.
