Northern exhaled slowly, his grip tightening on the Illusion Sword.
His eyes swept over the approaching forms, each one bearing the same grotesque features as the creature he had just slain—elongated limbs, jagged claws, and crimson veins pulsing with ominous energy.
There were at least a dozen of them, their crimson eyes gleaming hungrily in the dim, frost-covered cavern. The air grew heavier with each step they took, the oppressive aura of primal darkness returning, more potent than before.
'I really did jinx it.'
A small frown slowly settled upon his face.
Of course, Northern was not scared of fighting the monsters; he had more than enough resources to dispose of all of them without having to lift a finger.
But that was the thing. That right there was the problem—he had more than enough summons now to destroy all of them.
But would it be right doing so? Was it okay to depend on those summons for battle?
