At a certain hallway inside an ancient stone castle, the dull clangs of stone swords clashing with one forged from divine metal under a blood-red moon echoed.
Then a loud rumble.
Cracks crawled through a small portion of the minor hallway as an azure sword descended, forming a small crater and destroying an entire squadron of Forsaken Legionaries.
This was already the third squadron Daru had wiped out, but more were replacing the vanquished wraiths.
It seemed as though the tide of legionaries would never end until his life did.
Only…it would.
Daru had caught a glimpse of it before he was enveloped by the azure manifestation that blurred everything outside the range of the huge sword image.
He thought he would have to fight through all the wraiths designated to defend the first floor of the stone castle and was even mentally ready to battle the entire castle, if that was what he needed to do…even if he wasn't sure whether he would still be alive by the end of it.
