Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (13)

Shye fought, and fought fiercely.

Raging tides of forbidden creations—abominations, Soul Warriors, and what remained of the Soulless Heroes, attacked him with relentless and reckless aggression.

None of them seemed to care about their own life and deaths.

Furthermore, they were tireless—pure machines made for the sole purpose of slaughter.

Unfortunately for them, the lone enemy that stood between them and the cohort was the same and was even an infinitely better version of them.

Shye was tireless, fearless, and most importantly far stronger than all of them.

Blood splattered everywhere—the crystalline floor, his face, his blades—but he didn't give a flying f*ck. 

He just continued killing whoever got too close.

This would have been the perfect solution to his problem—if not for the fact that he would soon need to swap in and help infuse mana into the magic circle to complete the ritual.