Kamille swung his sword leisurely on the front, and yet every beast that came in contact with was cleanly cut, blood gushed out and splattered before they fell on the ground; not a bit of dropping landed on his clothes.
Oren, who seemed to have become a different person, was already tearing apart monsters with his bare hands; his body was as strong as steel. However, like his usual self, he did not let out any kind of sound, but his eyes were filled with murderous intentions looking at the beasts that were charging at him.
Behind him, Kianna stood holding a book, seemingly an artifact. Every time she shouted an incomprehensible word, Oren's punch was becoming stronger. She did not neglect the others, such as Adelline and especially Hayes, who had built a small wall, that would occasionally move and smash the beasts that wanted to charge at her, dutifully protecting her.
