The battle at the foot of the mountain range grew more violent with every passing second. Vorg, Zendo, Michael, and Arthur fought with everything they had, pushing themselves harder and harder, breaking past their limits and displaying a level of combat strength that would have impressed even seasoned warriors.
Yet, despite their effort, despite their resolve, the power of their enemy was simply too overwhelming. Every second that passed, more and more wounds appeared on the recruits, and things only seemed to be going downhill.
Michael lunged at Pierce while the True Apostle was busy striking at the others, his combat knife aimed straight for the back of Pierce's skull. The blade was sharp enough to cut through Grade 3 flesh without resistance—yet as it met Pierce's hide, it barely sank in a few centimeters.
