Satou cut down another five werewolves in rapid succession, his blade moving faster than most of them could perceive. [Assassination Arts - Grand Master] meant he knew exactly where to strike for instant death—severing the spine, piercing the heart, destroying the brain. Every movement was optimized for maximum lethality with minimum effort.
[Devour]
More skills and knowledge flowed into him with each absorption. The werewolves had been powerful in their own right—trained warriors with decades or even centuries of combat experience. All of that was now his.
The remaining warriors—perhaps seventy or eighty now, less than half their original numbers—finally broke completely. They turned and tried to flee in every direction, abandoning formation and coordination in favor of desperate self-preservation.
Satou let them run for about three seconds. Long enough for hope to bloom.
