Ch71. With murder in his eyes

Miles didn't stop moving. His breathing was heavy, and his knuckles were white from gripping the handle of the [Harbinger's Scythe] too tightly. The monsters kept coming in waves, their grotesque forms lunging at him with clawed hands and jagged teeth. But he didn't falter. He couldn't afford to.

Sarissa was fighting just as relentlessly beside him, her sword flashing with deadly precision.

Fire and steel carved through the endless swarm, yet the creatures never turned their attention to Shinji. It was calculated, intentional.

Miles had seen enough by now to recognize a setup when he was caught in one.

"You bastard!" He snarled, twisting mid-dodge to face Shinji, who still stood at the edge of the battlefield, watching with detached amusement. "Call them off!"

"And why would I do that? You're doing so well." Shinji merely tilted his head, his smirk widening.