‘These guys are really dangerous.’

Jerome’s mouth went dry as he felt a sense of crisis. The Ghosts were dangerous.

And because they were so dangerous... 

“Do you think I’ll let you pass?! You’ll never get to my Lord!” 

Although he had already expended a considerable amount of energy, he pushed through and found a last burst of strength. And at that moment…

Jerome’s willpower transcended his physical body.

Crack!

‘Danger…’

The first strike.

His arm moved before he even intended to. With a light swing, he cut a man in half; that man had been trying to find a gap in Jerome’s defenses.

Crack!

The second strike.

He stabbed the heart of the enemy who had been looking gap from behind his fellow soldiers.

Jerome swung his sword backwards.

Clang!

“Guh…”

Without looking, Jerome hit the enemy who had been trying to attack from behind him.

Clash!

The third strike.

Without missing a beat, Jerome swung his sword vertically and sliced another enemy.

Crack!

He killed three out of ten enemies in an instant. 

“What…?”

“Calm down. Don’t break the encirclement.”

Three of their allies had suddenly died. Even the Ghosts who seemed emotionless felt unsettled...