Chapter 353: Now Breaking Bones Of Grandmasters
Lyrate stood beside me, her crimson eyes calm amid the carnage. A long elven sword rested in her right hand, its edge humming with Nature’s intent. Her body shimmered slightly, wisps of crimson mist rising from her skin like a cloak of living fog.
She glanced at the battlefield, then at me.
I nodded.
"Have fun."
Without another word, she vanished.
Crimson mist flowed forward like smoke on the wind, carving between legs, slipping past barriers. And from that mist, she reformed behind a cluster of Holt Masters.
Her sword danced.
One clean slice, four bodies dropped. She moved like the wind, faster than eyes could follow, her blade a blur of silver and red.
She didn’t stop.
Spinning on her heel, Lyrate dashed through a cluster of Holt soldiers. Her sword flashed once, then twice, cleaving through armor and bone as if they were paper. A slash across the throat, another across a spine. Blood sprayed like arcs of crimson mist in her wake.
One soldier screamed and lunged with a spear. She ducked under the thrust, severed his legs with a sweeping slash, and drove her sword up through his chest before he even hit the ground. Another tried to blast her with fire, she flickered into mist, reappearing behind him, and took his head with a single, elegant cut.
More rushed at her in desperation. She whirled, her blade slicing a brutal path through the crowd.