Monsters and Emovirae encompassed William as he tore forward, bones erupting all around him in grotesque shapes and finely honed forms, his body flickering in and out of existence as he ripped through their ranks like a phantom of war.
Butt, no matter how many he slew, more seemed to advance endlessly, as though an infinite tide had been unleashed to drown him. He was stronger than ever, faster, more ruthless, but strength was not infinity. He did not possess infinite Astra energy, nor did his stamina stretch beyond mortal limits. Every strike, every breath, carried a cost, and William could feel the weight pressing upon his body even as his claymore gleamed with death.
