The swift transformation that manifested in the purple-eyed boy caused a gust of wind that swept the aggressive beasts away.
"Ah it's been so long," The boy shut his eyes for a moment and deeply inhaled. "The smell of death his near."
A sinister smile crawled up his face and he rushed forward, swinging the beast slayer in his hand that was enveloped in black vines that travelled up to his arm.
He dived at the Millins whom had immediately gotten back up by their determination to eliminate the being they felt was inferior to them and should not exist unless it looked like them.
The beast slayer slashed and cut through their bodies as easily as it was to cut butter. Blood splashed about as the sword zoomed in and out of every one of them, not sparing even a single breath.
"What joy!" Max screamed with bloodlust. "What art!"
