Turnover

Alastor broke through the countless monsters.

Some monsters he saw are familiar, others he has not fought and only read them in the books.

He slashes and wounds every enemy his sword reached. His sword was carved deep into the flesh of a beninghol.

Spree Walkers came with its usual eerie way of movement. Alastor knew well how to counter these monsters, but he’s not going to act recklessly.

Alastor leaped forward, swung his sword, and cut the enemy before it could even react. He bounced back and cast a wall that blocked the other Spree Walker.

The spikes from the Spree Walker vambraces erected the moment it laid his eyes to Alastor. The flailing movements shifted into a constant sprint. It leaped to Alastor and swung its vambrace down.

Instead of blocking, Alastor made slipped and turn around on its flank, plunging his blade on its back.

He heard it take its last, jagged breath.