Unrelenting beast

The remaining ogre-men, having realized their formation was useless against Jolthar, hesitated. They had fought many battles, their collective strength overwhelming most foes they had faced, yet the man standing before them—young, unassuming at first glance—was unlike any opponent they had encountered. He may look like a tier 6 swordsman, but the aura around him told them an entirely other story, one that made them not underestimate Jolthar.

His swordsmanship was precise, relentless, and unorthodox, as if guided by instincts honed beyond their understanding.

Dagur, still seated atop his powerful warhorse, narrowed his eyes, reassessing the warrior before him.

At first, he had dismissed Jolthar as an arrogant fool, a minor obstacle in his path to conquest. But now, he saw something different—something far more dangerous.