Aito gripped the air.
Soulcleaver, attached to his back, flew into his hand, ready for any unforeseen event. He stepped cautiously amidst the broken pieces of wood, the charred flesh and corpses missing body parts.
Albeit for their abnormal grey skin tone, bulgy muscles, averaged 2m tall size, red crazed-looking dead eyes, and those purple protruding veins, those corpses looked human… kinda.
There were at least a hundred of them spread around the place.
An image of a fairly recent past surged because these monsters felt familiar. Back in the Red Trial, he had seen one of them and even fought it.
It had been a Pyrrhic victory.
Unable to contend against that monster's strength at the time, he had baited the berserk thing to its doom. That brainless thing had followed him blindly, which resulted in a direct falling ticket for the ground floor.
