SLASH
SQUELCH!
The arc cut cleanly through the front row of the Zharun vanguard.
Their weapons were sheared like dry grass. Thick wooden spear shafts snapped apart mid-air. Leather armors offered zero resistance… the edge passed through hide, muscle, and bone with the same effortless finality.
The Zharun commander and the seven warriors standing closest to him were cleanly bisected at the waist.
For a single, surreal heartbeat, their upper bodies remained upright, eyes still wide with unfinished words. Then they slid off their lower halves in a synchronized, violent collapse with arterial blood exploding outward in thick, pressurized fountains that painted the already red white limestone a deep, glistening red.
"AAAGH!"
"MY LEGS—!"
"RUN! HE'S SLAUGHTERING US!"
The remaining Zharun warriors shattered instantly.
