(On the ground of Nemo, Leo and Veyr's POV)
By the time an hour had passed since the Yu Clan's carriers had landed, both Leo and Veyr were drenched from head to toe in blood, their bodies coated in the dark slurry of gore and viscera as though the battlefield itself had chosen to mark them as its chosen reapers.
*Slash*
*Slash*
*Ching*
Every swing of Veyr's blade tore open another wall of soldiers, his massive strokes cleaving through both shield and flesh alike, while Leo's daggers danced in ruthless arcs, each cut aimed at arteries, joints, and throats, his movements so efficient that it seemed as though he were sculpting death itself out of the endless mass of enemy bodies.
[Mirror World]
[Storm Flash Traverse]
[Thousand Phantom Slashes]
Leo unleashed his arsenal without restraint, his body splitting into a hundred identical copies, each one not only mimicking his movements but also unleashing skill moves of their own.
