The remaining three rallied desperately. Survival instinct overriding fear. Their chaotic assault came from all directions.
Swords and spears infused with Fire and Wind Daos. Their strikes created a storm of conflicting energy, dangerous and unpredictable.
Kael stood unmoved at the center. His Silver Lotus Flame flared even brighter. The light formed a ward around him. It deflected their blows. Metal sparked against pure spiritual energy. None of the strikes reached his flesh.
His blade moved once. Precise. Guided by Crescent Requiem Dao's perfect rhythm. One bandit fell with his chest opened. Flame consuming from within.
He struck again, twice. The second motion was almost lazy in its efficiency. Another body hit the ground. Scorched beyond recognition.
The last bandit raised his spear in a futile defensive gesture. His eyes were wide in pure terror. He knew what was coming. Kael's sword descended. One clean strike. The sound stopped. Silence reclaimed everything.
