The moment Reign's aura resonated through the fortress, the atmosphere around him changed. The air itself seemed to stop momentarily as the monsters around him stopped, frozen in their tracks.
And then, tens of monsters moved, or to be more exact, their bodies, which were suddenly cut into tens of pieces, moved, falling down to the ground.
Reign then glanced around and moved, his body turning into a blur.
The monsters that had been attacking him moments before were now nothing but fodder, their previously dangerous presence diminished by the sheer magnitude of Reign's new strength. The monsters that dared to approach him were cut down with a single strike, their bodies falling apart before they even realized what had happened. Reign's sword moved like a blur, leaving trails of light and darkness in its wake as it effortlessly sliced through the horde. His strikes were no longer just powerful, they were fluid, inescapable, and came from what looked like impossible angles.
