Without pausing for a moment, Kane surged forward, his eyes blazing with a mix of determination and fury. His spear became an extension of his body, an unstoppable force sweeping from side to side. Each swing cut through the enemy ranks like a scythe, scattering the spearman and creating chaos in their formation.
"The spear is even better than I expected… I can barely feel any resistance!" Kane smirked while he was cutting down the enemies.
In the heat of battle, Kane's mind was consumed by the exhilaration of the fight. He was no longer thinking about the morality of his actions; survival was the only thing that mattered. Every clash of his spear against the enemy's weapons, every dodge, and every strike fueled a rush of adrenaline that seemed to override any sense of right or wrong. His focus was solely on achieving his goal and protecting the village and his friends.
