Explosions rang out in quick succession as Melruen unleashed hell on the Demons.
Demon Grunts, Knights and Mages were eradicated en masse, dying faster than they were created.
Melruen's speed was blurring, his strength overwhelming, and his tactics chilling to observe.
He ignored the toll on his body. He simply killed, and killed, and killed.
However, no matter how much blood of the Demons he spilled… Emily—the love of his life—was dead.
The thought, fleeting and destructive, attacked his psyche, and it only made his mind sink further into a berserk state.
His body was nearing its limits, but who cared? He could just increase the Quality of his body and produce more power than he would have been able to handle.
He had been stuck at a tight bottleneck for a long time, unable to progress in the mastery of his Ability. He had thought that if he stayed with Emily and fought by her side, he would be enlightened to some things and break past his limit.
