Stench....
Something similar to a dead rat waft at my face the instant the world lit up for me—my feet sunk and skid into the wet mud, roars that stung at my ears rung, reverberating, my heart thumped off beat, people rushing ahead had their cold weapons cutting through the wind, clanking and clattering against the armours that posed resistance....
My fingers and toes turned cold almost instantly, I held my breath—the air felt disgusting to breathe, sweat dripped down my forehead as a shiver jolted me, my mind had frozen in shock....
Or whatever I was feeling in that instant...
..... the sun glared down from above, my hair turned hot, my grip turned sweaty.
"RA!"
An inhumane roar scared me out of my daze, and by the next instant, there was no questions in my mind, I knew what I had to do, so I rushed ahead, my right hand holding onto that broad sword.
WHOOOOOOOOOOSH—!
