บท 43: A Symphony of Carnage

Soon, the clinking noises of chitin legs reverberated, and the ground shook under his feet. Eyes narrowed, he saw the Satyr dash like a goat hunted by a swarm of giant ants, salivating at the idea of taking a bite out of his muscular flesh.

A gust of wind blew the acid stench into his nostrils and caused his dark, fiery hair to flutter as he raised his short sword.

"Hold the line, massacre them and protect Luna."

His voice thundered into raw commands as his fingers tightened around the hilt.

The satyr reached them a second later, his chest rising and lowering after the effort. With a pat on his shoulder, he gestured for him to recover at the back.

The time was not for discussion. It was for pure and mindless carnage.

Yet, he grinned at the thought. Each kill would bring him closer to reviving Shihan, and it fueled his tensed arms as the first insects collapsed on their formation.