Relentless Beast

The assassins lurking in the surrounding streets seemed momentarily forgotten, their eyes on target eclipsed by the spectacle unfolding before them. Their head watch could also sense the increasing energy emanating from Jolthar.

Ozug had thought their overwhelming numbers would crush this lone warrior. He had seen lone fighters before—bravado-filled youths who thought themselves invincible.

But Jolthar was different.

Something in his eyes spoke of a deeper, more primal connection to combat that transcended mere martial skill. And he could sense it, the change in aura around Jolthar as he noticed the dark silver lines intensified.

When the first wave of soldiers charged, Jolthar moved like a phantom—no, something beyond a phantom. He was a living weapon, a blur of motion that defied the very laws of physical movement.

In a single instant, he reached the heart of the enemy ranks, crashing into them like a meteor.

BOOM!!!