The next few moments for Roku felt like he was in a living nightmare. He watched his men get taken out one by one, each with ease. The warriors struck back, but he saw a fist break through swords, smash through the faces of his colleagues, and kill them on the spot.
No one was able to put up a fight even for a moment. a warrior of this level was someone that should have been known in the outside of Pagna.
Yet the description of such a man didn't match anything in Roku's head.
The swipe of this mysterious man was sharper than any sword, slicing through limbs and dismembering heads.
All Roku could do was murmur to himself, his bottom lip quivering. His legs shaking.
"Stop it… stop it… why, why are you attacking us!" Roku eventually shouted.
