The death of the Royal Knight Commander sent a wave of cold terror through the room. He had been the strongest among them, a man who could supposedly face a dragon and survive. Now, he was just a pile of cooling meat on the floor.
Hiroshi didn't stop to admire his work. The purple glow in his eyes grew brighter, and he shifted his weight.
The remaining knights—barely 30 of them now—shook as they held their positions. They were the elite of the elite, but even their training couldn't prepare them for this. They looked at the three heroes, waiting for a command that would save them.
"Don't let him move!" Kenji screamed. He lunged forward, his "Sword of the Saint" glowing with a light so bright it was painful to look at. "First Style: Heaven's Piercing Ray!"
He swung his blade, and a beam of solid white light shot from the tip. It wasn't just a physical strike; it was concentrated holy energy designed to vaporize anything dark.
