Chapter 38 - 37 - The Horde’s Demise
Riven fought the bear with all his might.
Crysthalis rose again, slicing through the air with a swift swing—but once more, it only left a shallow scratch on the creature’s hide. Every strike was met with claws and a body that launched like a bullet. Riven stepped back, leapt to the side, then attacked from another angle. But there were no openings. No weak spots. The creature’s flesh was like living steel, and its strength seemed endless.
The bones in his legs ached each time he pushed his body to dash and pivot. His breath shortened, pain radiated from his ribs to his shoulder, but he didn’t stop.
"Don’t stop..."
Slash.
Evade.
Turn.
Counterattack.
But all of it felt like cutting mist. Achieving nothing but exhaustion. His body began to scream. The wound on his thigh tore wider. Blood dripped down, blurring his vision. But still, he pushed forward.
Until finally—
One strike missed.