Pale Danger

A man's figure stands surrounded by hundreds of vile monsters, their faces distorted, rotten, and decomposing. Their crimson blood stained the skies as his black sword sliced through the air with a howling cry before splitting their bodies apart like flower petals.

The man's silver hair and golden eyes gave him a heroic appearance that betrayed his demonic sword, which slayed the monsters without care.

"Is this all Chu Feng can create? Worthless monsters."

Seth left the base without noise, fighting alone with his new sword. 

His sword was nameless, for he had yet to decide on one worthy enough. The first sword would not be the same as the second, so Seth must think carefully before naming it.

With a simple flick, the blade sliced a runner's face like meat being butchered.