Bab 308: The Formless Demon [Part 2]

Northern, though exhausted, continued to swing his sword through the flesh of the White Walkers, paying a certain amount of attention to his footwork while also keeping three compartments of his view focused on all corners whatsoever that were filled with his enemies.

Which meant that he had perfect control of this battlefield.

This compartment view of his further boosted his spatial awareness to an inhuman level. Northern could feel it the moment it entered his space of awareness.

He didn't have to turn most times, and to top it all, his reflex was already getting used to the whole drill such that his reactions sometimes were swift and unprompted.

Northern, with both hands on the Soul Taker, slashed down diagonally, severing the flesh of the White Walker that approached him.

Swiftly, he made a quick turn. His metal boots scraped against the frozen ground as he pivoted, the Soul Taker whistling through the air.