Present Time
Thoren stood calmly in the center of the ruined hall, a faint smirk still playing at the corner of his lips.
In the past, facing three Level 13 awakeners at once would have been enough to make his heart pound and his nerves screaming of danger.
But now…
Now, he felt nothing but anticipation.
"Just die!" the knight roared.
The Level 13 knight's face twisted with fury as his gaze locked onto the mocking smile on Thoren's face.
To him, that smirk was an unforgivable insult, a declaration that Thoren did not see them as threats.
He raised his sword high.
The blade descended in a blinding arc.
It was impossibly fast, leaving behind a shimmering afterimage as it cut through the air.
Bang!
The undead Level 8 Mad Dog Mistveil standing protectively before Thoren was cleaved cleanly in two.
Its body split apart, the soul fire in its eyes extinguishing instantly as its remains collapsed onto the gleaming tiles.
