Chapter 323
Ronan crossed his dual blades in front of him and spoke two words. His tone was deadly calm, almost monotone.
"Let's roll."
The faces of the Norua monsters went pale.
That was exactly what he had said when the slaughter first began minutes ago. He had appeared in their plane without warning, looked at them once, and drawn his blades. At first, the Norua did not take him seriously. A lone human. They planned to torture him, break his spirit, drill fear into his bones, then end his life while laughing.
Things did not go as planned.
The moment the battle started, they realized they were not fighting a human.
They were fighting a monster.
Every strike took a life. Clean. Precise. Final. The worst part was how he moved. Like a leaf dancing through a storm. His speed was insane, each motion graceful and wasted nothing. He was fast, far too fast.
