Soon the party saw the beasts accumulating more and more as they traversed deeper. However, they pose no threat to them as they become nothing but corpses. The weaker ones saw the powerful ones fall, thus they fled in fear for their life.
Farash had her eyes wide opened and refrained from seeing a word. She had never seen anyone capable of taking down Behemoths without breaking a sweat, all the while, solo. The group far exceeded what the entire Myriad Devils encompassed. However, her eyes were on the person leading the way nonchalantly. What kind of roar would make that smirk gone? She wondered.
Yet, for the man himself, his vision went into the distance. Not at the front, but at the core of hazy memories that resurfaced. A far plane but also familiar, a raspy-sweet voice of a woman that tingled his soul.
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