Every swing of the blade left a lingering trail of sapphire light in the air. He was a meat grinder operating at maximum capacity. He spun, ducked, and cleaved, turning the immediate area around the southern gates into a literal lake of blood.
The unranked beasts, driven by mindless hunger, kept pouring over the corpses of their kin, only to be instantly cut by the sheer, unadulterated sharpness of his blade.
He effortlessly contained the initial surge, piling up so many carcasses that the beast tide actually had to slow down to climb over the carcasses of their own dead to reach him.
From the gates, Veylara and the tribesmen watched in stunned, breathless silence, before letting out a deafening, unified roar of absolute euphoria.
Their Divine One was a god of slaughter.
"Advance!" Veylara roared, her voice finally breaking the spell of shock holding her warriors. "Form the shield wall around his flanks! Do not let him be surrounded!"
