"Impossible... how!" one youngster muttered as he watched the others fall one after the other. He raised his sword, desperately attempting to block an attack, only to be pierced by three phantom daggers mid-motion.
Within seconds, the valley was littered with corpses that slowly disintegrated into showers of sparks.
"Have mercy on us!" The remaining fighters took a step back, trembling in fear as the myriad of blood weapons continued to hover in the air. The two strongest people, Helen and the bulky youth, had already been eliminated—there was certainly no chance of surviving this. The best they could do was surrender.
Thud! Thud!
One by one, they started to drop their weapons on the ground, slowly going to their knees and banging their heads on the ground while pleading.
"Spare us! We were wrong! Please have mercy!"
