The five hundred Doomsday Warriors paid no attention to him, silently passing by his side.
The suffocating aura of destruction felt like a tangible nightmare, causing his mithril chestplate to creak under pressure.
As the terrifying army marched past, Ian felt as if he were being dragged for miles along the riverbank.
Cold sweat clung to his hair.
He dared not look back. His form turned into a streak of light, and with all the speed his legs could muster, he fled in a mad rush toward the distance.
He silently swore to the gods that he would never set foot on this land again, a place that chilled his very soul!
...
The Doomsday Warriors, like a torrent of death, arrived beneath Unicorn Guild's massive city, engraved with countless sword-shaped carvings.
They charged forward without hesitation, heading straight toward the massive sword-shaped gate that glowed with magical light.
"By the blade's name, halt!"
