In essence, Auren could not see what lay ahead, yet he propelled himself forward, sword slashing through the air. He simply couldn't stop.
This wasn't the first time he'd been forced to navigate without sight. In fact, he found himself in a better position than the last time he tried—mere hours ago.
Still, nothing compared to the clarity of vision. Regardless, he maintained his momentum, limbs churning with relentless determination while his mind raced, troubled by his sudden blindness.
His sword transformed into a cyclonic force in his grip. He tore through the forest with unfaltering speed—a feat both appalling and magnificent. For someone his age, such endurance defied possibility.
Hundreds of forest spears battered his body, yet Auren refused to yield. He staggered at several points but recovered with an uncanny shift of his legs and perfect redirection of force.
