'Weak!'
That single thought echoed in the mind of the one who held his shattered blade.
Even after cutting down over nine hundred beasts in a flash, he had not gotten his fill of violence.
'They're all too weak!'
He had been training for nearly six months, isolated in the mountains for that long.
After spending so long tempering his body, the man had expected some sort of experience to stimulate him—allowing him to test the limits of his ability.
When he sensed the Miasma approaching him from the valley, he had been excited.
'It's different from the one I felt back then, but…'
This destitute had definitely felt Miasma before.
Even though he had been much younger and inexperienced, the swordsman couldn't forget the sensation that permeated him back then.
Compared to the intensity of the Disturbance he had experienced in the past, the wave of negative energy that currently tickled his skin was far greater.
That was probably why he had raised his expectations.
