He Who Laughs Last ( 214 )
They watched in silence.
Every slash from his blade spilled something larger than a man.
Each movement was wild, unpredictable.
He ducked under claws, jumped between jaws, drove his blade into the spine of a hulking brute and twisted like he was turning a key.
The green fire on his sword never dimmed.
Not even once.
Inside their minds, the question echoed.
So this is how he did it...?
This is how he took down all those monsters in the forest... alone...?
A younger guard swallowed hard.
This isn't how normal people fight...
Not with that grin.
Not with that laugh.
Not while soaked in blood and still smiling like he was enjoying it.
No commands.
No tactics.
Just pure, relentless destruction.
And not one monster made it past him.
The ground trembled.
A rift appear, dark, pulsing cracked open again just beyond the bodies.