The Blades of Fulgrim whipped through the air with terrifying speed, slicing, smashing, and obliterating everything in their path.
Stones that served as practice dummies toppled from the base of the tree trunks embedded in the forest clearing. Sometimes the trunks groaned under Adam's relentless attacks, while others shattered entirely.
Sitting on the branch of a tree outside the clearing, Merene watched Adam's dance of chains and blades as he transformed the forest clearing into a storm of metal. His movement was unpredictable, yet eerily beautiful.
What fascinated her the most, however, was that despite losing his eyesight, Adam was able to accurately pinpoint the targets and deal with them. It was a beautiful dance of madness and mayhem.
