Mana flared violently around him—white lightning crackling from his boots to his shoulders.
Even the adamantite knights backed off momentarily.
The monsters hesitated—
Then charged.
And Javier dashed into them, twin swords raised—
A blur of rage, light, and blade.
Within seconds—
The battlefield was a butchery.
Monsters lunged—
But they never landed.
Javier moved like a phantom.
Twin white blades flashed, arcs of silver light tearing through flesh, bone, and mana cores in a blur.
Bodies didn't fall—
They were shredded.
Diced.
Reduced to nothing but flecks of meat scattering through the rain.
The earth beneath him was no longer mud—
It was soaked with steaming remains.
Chunks evaporated midair, unable to hold their form against the violent precision of his strikes.
Javier's voice roared above the chaos:
"I don't care if your meat is expensive!"
A clean horizontal cut cleaved through five creatures in one strike.
