The night has fallen.
Azuma was rooted on the ground, as he looked at the two humans glaring at him with hungry eyes.
They had burned skin and drooping limbs, their fingers were claws and their shrieks were deafening as the two humans—no monsters lunged at Azuma at the same time.
"Holy shit…." he took a careful step back.
It must be the toxins that monsterised the lost seekers of that valley.
Azuma took a steady breath and tightened his grip on the axe.
His eyes were upon the necks of his enemy, and as soon as they were close enough, he swiftly spun on his feet.
Azuma whirled the giant axe in one brisk moment; severing the two heads instantly.
Two seconds was all it took.
He still couldn't believe it.
The training has really paid off. All the moves he had learned were now deeply imprinted in his soul.
"What's the count, Zero?"
