Chapitre 1168: Familiar Faces

There was a furious battle. Saints and Titans clashed, making the ground shake and the sky shatter. A boundless horde of Nightmare Creatures flowed like a sea of darkness, assaulting the formation of human soldiers. A massive tortoise Echo towered above the battlefield, with a stone fort standing on its impregnable shell. 

Mordret fought in the battle. Limited to the power level of an Awakened, he drowned in the tide of abominations, slaying one after another as he protected the lives of his fellow warriors. Thanks to his swift sword, none of the members of his cohort fell. 

They were victorious.

After the battle, awash in the blood of Nightmare Creatures, his companions looked at him with triumphant glee. 

"Warren! Gods… I almost lost my arm. If it wasn't for you…"

"We showed them, didn't we?"

"I thought I would die there, for a moment…"

Mordret looked at them and shook his head.