Chapter 61
Meanwhile, near the outer edge of the village, the battle had thinned out.
A scavenger stumbled. His blade slipped from his hand and struck the ground with a dull clang.
He reacted instantly, reaching for it.
Then it hit him.
A sudden, all-consuming dread.
It froze his body solid. His muscles locked. His breath caught in his throat as his body started to fall losing balance.
Before he could even understand what was happening, his sword pierced straight through his neck and burst out the other side.
He died without a sound.
Twelve down. More to go.
Rayden looked away from the falling body, his face calm.
Honestly, he would have preferred to fight properly. To cut loose.
But there were reasons he could not.
The first was simple. If he used the battle art he created from the ten skills Hell granted him, the strain would be unbearable.
