Sam landed on a different tree.
The grin on his face didn't fade. In fact, it widened.
"Cocky Idiots. Even in hell, you are still the same."
He muttered to himself as he disappeared from the spot. Eight bolts went past the spot he was in. He reappeared at a new spot and slashed another trunk.
This time, the head fell off along with a part of the tree. The volume of the bolts was reduced by a lot when Sam jumped to the next spot and slashed another person.
Once three heads were down, it became fairly easier for him. Sam kept on jumping from one tree to another as he killed people.
The heads rolled down, one by one. Soon, all the reaper sword has is blood and there is an empty patch in the middle of the forest. The area is riddled with cut-down trees, broken rocks, and of course pieces of corpses.
Sam observed the effects of corruption as he looked at the corpses.
They are part of his training in the organization.
