Yet there were still those who soon broke free from the influence of the maddening melody.
Erland, leader of the Black Moon Sect, who ascended through the Warrior Path as a Dark Guard, pulled his weapon from the body of a half-man, half-moth creature. He seemed to gradually ignore the eerie tune piercing deep into his soul, as he began sprinting forward, leaping and slicing towards the poet, now twisted into a humanoid instrument.
The second to break free was Rocky, standing beside Shawn, a Sword Saint who had ascended as a warrior. His face contorted with madness, leaving only a thread of clarity.
He was about to lose control.
Rocky shoved Shawn aside, and as Erland charged towards the poet twisted into a bizarre humanoid instrument, Rocky took a deep breath, the air within him, the gathering gray mist, surged like rising steam, enveloping his entire body and imbuing his bone sword with a faint deathly glow.
— Breath Slash!
Buzz!
