Inside Logan's mind, the battle raged on. With every slash of his sword, enemies continued to collapse onto the ground. Bodies fell one after another.
But there was no sign of their numbers decreasing.
Instead… they were increasing.
Logan could feel it clearly. Slowly but surely, his energy was draining. His breathing grew ragged, uneven. His limbs felt heavier with each passing second.
"If this continues, I'll definitely die… and fail the trial." Muttering to himself, Logan bent his upper body backward, narrowly dodging a sword slash that swept past his throat. In the same motion, he twisted his waist and drove a powerful kick into his opponent's guard. The opponent flew back like a kite without a string.
Logan had barely regained his footing when multiple spell blasts slammed into his back.
Boom!
The force hurled him forward. But even while being thrown through the air, Logan didn't stop. His blade flashed repeatedly, cutting down the enemies that rushed into his path.
