Martin moved like a shadow across the battlefield, his teleportation combined with devastating sword slashes allowed him to stay mobile and unpredictable.
His enemies could not track him, and even those who tried were too slow to react.
The battle wasn't simply about power he had more than enough of that it was about positioning, pressure, and resource control.
The battlefield was now more than chaos. It was structured mayhem.
"Each second I learn more things that I did not know that I needed to learn."
"Maybe this is the paradox of learning..."
"You are not aware of what you need to learn before learning it in the first place."
Martin thought while he fought.
The demon army had some level of intelligent coordination.
Martin had seen it before in lesser stages, but this time it was more refined.
Sword Servants attacked in calculated arcs, trying to flank the outer areas where Martin's Liquid Clones held positions.
They avoided frontal clashes with the Silver Swords.
