Zain stood atop a cracked section of the road, smoke swirling around his feet.
His long coat fluttered in the hot wind. In his hand, the black sword hummed with energy.
Ahead of them, another wave of [Feral Beastkin] emerged from the smoke.
There were five in total.
Zain raised his sword and pointed it forward.
[Demon Wave Slashes].
In an instant, three crimson energy waves launched from his blade.
The attacks cut across the field, sharp and precise, striking three of the mutants at once.
Their bodies staggered, sliced open before they even realized what hit them.
Two collapsed. The third tried to stand again but fell to one knee, bleeding.
Blazren stood beside him, fire flickering across his arms.
He hadn't moved yet. His eyes were fixed on Zain.
"That wasn't a regular slash," Blazren said, frowning.
Zain lowered his blade, eyes calm. "You're just noticing?"
Blazren clenched his fists. "I remember when you first got promoted to AA-Rank."
