Val positioned himself at the open doorway of the carriage of the train in which his compartment and countless other compartments were located. The gusting winds outside swept into the confines of his space, making his hair and coat flutter wildly.
His eyes narrowed as he took in the ominous spectacle of the oncoming horde. His gaze, steel-clad determination reflected in their depths, remained unwavering despite the chaos unfolding before him.
"It's time to take matters into my own hands. Let's see how they like a taste of my Hellish Fire!"
Summoning the full might of his Hellish Fist Bloodline Skill, he punched the open air before him, again and again, his fists moving like deadly shadows.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Each time his fist cut through the wind, a plume of grey fire detached and flew out, tearing across the gap between the train and the undead horde.
Boom!