Chapter 1642: Manticore 1

Incursio moved with grace and deadly precision, her every step calculated, her every swing lethal. The villagers below watched in awe and terror as she dispatched the monsters with ease. Her movements were almost poetic—spinning, slashing, and evading in a rhythm that left her untouchable. She was a blur of white, a storm of steel that tore through the horde without mercy.

As Incursio stood amidst the dwindling wave of monsters, her calm expression never wavered. Goblins and lesser creatures fell around her in waves, cut down by her relentless blade. Even as more advanced monsters lunged at her, she met them with quiet efficiency, her sword flashing in seamless arcs, her movements so fluid that she seemed like a single entity with her weapon.