Chapter 11 - 10: Dance in the Inferno
The earth was still rumbling when the last scream faded into the smoke.
A blackened saber clattered uselessly across the scorched ground, its edge melted and warped.
Charred limbs, cracked bones, and crimson robes torn beyond recognition lay scattered around the crater.
None of them moved.
Not even the leader, whose twin blades had once torn through gangs and beasts alike. His body now hung halfway over a rock, face burnt beyond flesh, and a hole the size of a fist smoldering in his chest where the Bulbore’s flame had pierced straight through him.
Silence.
Then came the slow, grating exhale of the monster — heat rippling from its molten body like a wall of air.
Jinmu remained crouched behind a jagged boulder, his cloak fluttering from the furnace-like wind.
His eyes lingered on the battlefield.
Five Crimson Flow Blade Union martial artists.
All dead.
They were strong.