The battlefield was a macabre cacophony, corpses of monsters littering the stream of dark blood in a twisted manner.
And more were being added.
The sound of fist connecting to flesh and wrecking bones tore through the winds and clouds like arms of thunder, each strike growing more ferocious than the last.
Northern showed no mercy and drove through the line of monsters with a menacing grin on his face. He enjoyed how easy it was to kill them with his bare hands.
Sometimes, all he had to do was grab one by the head and tear it off its neck. Other times, he would just launch a devastating kick and a couple of monsters would fly into the air.
He didn't even have to use any other ability of his talent except the tremendous strength it added to his body.
That, alongside his already modified body, was flawless in almost every area. His movements were swift, combining sharp, short flight bursts with wicked blows.
