Kian was beheading one bandit after the other, ruthlessly killing them with fluid motions as if he had been doing this for years.
With a single slash and no wasted movements, he was moving through the hundreds of bandits, killing them one by one while Luciano and Kafele were fighting for their lives around the edges of the camp.
Keeping an eye on the two, Kian glanced at the wolf that was causing havoc and the spirits that were throwing elemental spears at the bandits as well. A smile on his face that was covered in bandit blood.
The bandits that saw him felt like they saw a hallucination. One moment he was there; the next he wasn't, and they could see their own bodies.
It was a true massacre; Kian was not holding anything back after hearing their earlier conversation; he was enraged. Using his sigil to the fullest, he was making quick work of the bandits.
