章節 341: Loss

It was impossible for him not to be constantly reminded of it while those mouth-fiends continued to laugh hysterically even as they were cut apart by the quiet assassin. If it wasn't the howling laughter that bordered on ear-piercing shrieks, it was the gut-wrenching, rotten smell of flesh that inhabited the hellish realm, or the scenery of depraved, twisted beings--now being covered in their blood and guts as he cut them apart indifferently. 

Evading a downfall of the colossal, patchwork fiend's arm, he was barraged by more of the lanky Reverse Walkers as they attempted to tackle him to the ground; he was quick to cut them apart with a furry of slashes but the anguished yells of Jae-Seong made his grip falter for just a moment as he watched the number of enemies grow once again. Feeling the air of hopeless tear away at his resolve, experiencing a weakness in the grip he placed around the hilt of his blade, he firmly planted his feet against the ground.