Monsters began to pounce on Azrael from all sides, forcing him to move past his limits.
Body parts of all shapes and sizes fell to the ground, both from familiar and unfamiliar abominations. The onslaught he was under was so fierce that he didn't even get the chance to use [Inspect] on his foes. All he was able to perceive were their blurry silhouettes before being slaughtered by his own attacks.
In his left hand he wielded Gravebloom, the scythe moving staggeringly fast, cleaving and mutilating any creature that dared to come close.
In his other grip, meanwhile, he wielded a similar scythe formed from his own blood. From the wounds he had taken during the first minute of the monster wave, he was forced to go all out on the offensive; as such, he used [Blood Manipulation].
Truth Devourer had yet to crack. The Radiant armor was too strong of a shell for the monsters to break past that quickly.
