Silva pulled out Abyssal Blade, and with a full-powered swing, he released a flame arc that cut through the air, slamming into your first wave of monsters and completely obliterating them. He took a few steps forward, walking with untouched confidence—the confidence and pride of a dark dragon.
More of different ranks came his way, all attacking at the same time. He smirked, pulled his sword back, the black flames engulfed his hand and blade as he thrust forward with full strength. It ripped through the air, creating a massive ripple as the sword flame shot out instantly, clearing out even more rift monsters instantly.
"Seems you already made it here, Master." Drake appeared, floating on a platform of blood. He looked down at the monsters, snapped his fingers, and multiple blood spikes formed in the air before raining down like lightning and killing over twenty instantly.
