"..."
Standing among the broken bones and internal organs of the corpses on the hilltop wielding his dual swords with not the slightest expression on his face, the Gold-tier swordsman was gathering his strength from all parts of his exhausted body. After that, he swung his sword, throwing a green hurricane to push all the monsters that were charging at him. There, he gained one brief moment to catch his breath again.
Looking around the surroundings, the daemons that were pushed back had stopped their assault. They were chewing on their dead comrades' bodies, devouring them. However, there was no sense of any fear in the greenish-blue eyes of the daemons. The frenzied instinct of these daemons had led them to fear nothing about the swordsman. They paused their assault only with the purpose to fill in their empty stomachs.
