Akaris felt himself reach a new flow, his body adjusted to the battle, little by little he was growing stronger.
Not physically but his actions became more accurate, more precise. He was using less stamina with each swing.
He was moving less yet he was still mowing through the blood spawn like a harvester through a field of wheat.
For these week creatures he did not even need to use his mana to take them down, his sword alone was enough.
Most of them barely had more strength than a human before the apocalypse, a top athletic human but a human nonetheless.
To the current him, they were no different from crawling toddlers. He moved through them like a dancing shadow.
He reached a state of tranquility, the world around him disappeared, he felt as if he had lost his senses yet he still felt everything much clearer.
It was a strange feeling, he felt as if the sword itself was guiding him telling him how to move and so he did.
