Daru felt strange.
Before Caleb even said anything, he already knew what needed to be done — instinctually. That he had to clear a path, as fighting on two fronts was simply a death sentence.
So, without hesitation, he momentarily skidded to a halt, assumed an L-stance, fired a crescent dicer, and then immediately turned into an azure sword.
He was like a manifestation of death, hovering in the air for a moment before crashing down like a meteor, straight into the disrupted ranks of the wraith army guarding the staircase to the fourth floor.
The swift and deadly combination of his two Sword Skills opened up a decent-enough opening for the Damnedling Army to slip through.
Only, they would still have to fight fiercely if they wanted to make it through to the other side.
If Sigrun wasn't beside Daru, that is.
