The moonlight descended upon Mel in all its majesty, and he was surrounded by mortals who had been lying upon straw reeking of urine mere moments ago. Rising to his knees, Mel appeared terrifying with the aid of the mud plastering his face, and he caught the spear approaching from his right, aimed to pierce his skull.
"Why is your energy so wretchedly low? What manner of Elemental Stage warriors are you?"
Before the words could fully escape his lips, he shattered two swords and an arrow with his left hand. As his blood-red pupils scoured the interior of the barrack, which the moonlight failed to adequately illuminate, the door suddenly swung open.
"Silence! What is this clamor?"
The moment they laid eyes upon the figure swinging a wrist-thick club into the darkness, the wretches fleeing toward the far end of the barrack lost their voices. They had even abandoned their weapons and were watching the door from behind the piles of filth-ridden straw.
