Ren continued to mow down one monster after another. It was too easy, each swing of the sword could bring down a monster no matter how large. In the middle of fighting, he wanted to swap with another weapon but stopped himself from doing so. This new sword of his had to be tempered in the raging fires of battle. It needed to be bathed in the blood of his enemies. He needed to make this sword into a sword fit for every battle, fit for what's to come.
As Ren was halfway done with exterminating the monsters he noticed that the remaining monsters seem to be cowering in fear of him. Well, this was a natural thing to have happen as his sword was now bathed in the blood of multiple monsters, and it was obvious that they were no match for him. The monsters were slowly backing away looking for a chance to flee, but as they were stepping back farther away from Ren one of the monsters stepped forward and suddenly roared.
