"Guards up, kill the guardsmen!" Logan commanded. The two claymores in his hand shone with a bright luster as he clashed against a giant reptilian creature with long, twisted hands.
Seven mythic highlords—edging on the line between mythic and wayfarer—were what they had to face. Since coming here, they had never encountered anything this powerful. Yet, they were stronger than they had ever been.
"Viper, now!" one of the Blacksteels shouted at the top of his lungs as he flung Viper toward one of the mythic highlords.
When they first passed through that portal, there had been only one individual capped at red (level 10); now they had 25. If such an outrageous leap in power had ever been recorded in Blacksteel Shelter history, it would have been unprecedented. And even those guys fell short.
–Boom!!!
What they had done—and what they were doing—would surely place their names in the annals of history. Of course, they would have to survive first.
