Shing!
Shing!
Shing!
Then—
Creakkk!
Haley slowly slid his sword into the scabbard, the sharp sound of metal striking metal echoing in the air of the training area.
Thud!
He slowly approached one of his underlings and took a handkerchief, lightly wiping the sweat from his pale face.
All while glancing at the bodies he had just sliced to pieces.
There were about five unfortunate humans, bound to pillars, their heads severed.
The crimson blood pouring from their necks was a horrific sight.
"Your power is incredible! I believe you're the strongest of your generation, my master," one of the nearby underlings said, praising Haley with a soft voice.
However, Haley didn't care much for the compliment. In fact, the words only made him uncomfortable.
He gave the underling a cold glare, causing the man to fall silent and bow his head in fear.
After a moment of heavy silence, Haley began to speak, his voice filled with anger.
