The journey to the west was a blur of fire, screams, and obliteration. Despite Damon's clear instructions, the group had barely lasted the first ten minutes without attracting another wave of Abyssal horrors.
No matter what they did, the scent of blood and Abyssal power clung to them like a beacon, drawing monstrosities that tore from the trees, the sky, and even the shattered ground.
Yet none reached them, as Damon had cleaved through them all.
With BloodReaper in hand and his senses heightened by his newly formed Spatial Detection Art, Damon carved a path across the cursed plains with precise lethality.
The Abyssal creatures that had hunted in groups were ambushed mid attack by Damon, crushed by his attacks before they could reacted.
As for the Winged Creatures that flew at him like ferocious hawks, they were sniped out of the air with flicks of spacial blades more accurate than bullets from Simo Häyhä.
