SWISH!
CRASH!
Each strike shattered trees and gouged trenches into the earth, but Edwin met them head-on, his blades slicing, parrying, and deflecting the monster's fury.
He could barely be seen—just a blur of white light weaving through the sea of black tendrils.
Leo's jaw hung open as he clutched his bleeding arm. "This… this isn't human. He's fighting on a level we can't even see…"
Ronan, battered but awake, forced himself to sit upright, his eyes wide.
"Every strike shakes the ground… He's holding back a Dread-rank alone…" His voice cracked with disbelief.
Mira and Talia, clinging to each other, felt their fear replaced by awe. Mira whispered, "He… he's like a hero out of the old tales. He isn't even fighting for himself… He's fighting for all of us."
Their hearts pounded, not from fear—but from realization. Edwin was beyond them.
The battlefield became a storm.
