The entire field seemed to tremble with the clash of weapons. Blood already stained the earth as if a new macabre painting were being created before everyone's eyes. The sunset dyed the sky red, and the contrast with the agonized screams of the enemies transformed the place into a veritable hell.
Kael expected nothing less. His amber eyes glowed with flames as he launched himself at the next group.
The first bandit raised a makeshift wooden shield, trying to resist. Kael didn't stop. His sword pierced the shield like paper, ripping the man's arm clean through. The scream was cut short when Kael swung the blade and decapitated him in one swift motion. The head rolled across the ground, wide eyes frozen in terror.
"Next!" Kael roared, spitting blood and dust.
