The pillars had disappeared and between the bright sun, the black armor, and the violet aura, tracking the knight's movements was supposed to be easy. Yet he was as quick as lightning and each of his strides brought the noise of thunder.
Where he stepped, a crater would open, scattering dust and pebbles around. The former clouded his position while the latter had the kinetic energy of a bullet, dealing damage even to those who wore enchanted armor.
The black knight appeared in front of the soldiers before they could come to a halt and close their ranks. He swung his blood-red blade in a wide horizontal movement, giving the soldiers the time to raise their shields.
War cut through the metal as if it was paper and the strength behind the slash was so strong that it generated a wind blade. Those who took the hit directly died on the spot, cut asunder at the waist.
