Ghislain’s greatsword radiated a crimson glow, the sharp energy swirling around him in a fierce vortex, cutting through the air with deadly precision.

He moved again, targeting the approaching monsters.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

His movements were like lightning. Each swing of the greatsword cleaved through flesh and severed bone, leaving the monsters powerless before him—a mere cluster of straw dummies awaiting their fate.

Yet the Cyclopes still remained. One of them swung its massive club at Ghislain, the air tearing apart as the weapon descended.

Boom!

The Black King twisted its body, narrowly avoiding the attack. The ground beneath them …