Without stopping even for a single moment, Damien and his team pressed forward.
Compared to before, their journey was smooth—almost eerily so. The soldiers, filled with renewed vigor, moved with silent determination. Damien's earlier displays of power had breathed hope into their tired hearts, like a fire rekindled in the dead of night.
Now that he was already exposed, Damien didn't bother hiding anymore. He moved with brutal efficiency, openly showcasing his might. Any beast that dared to cross their path was crushed in an instant—without hesitation, without mercy.
"What is going on… so many Apocalypse Beasts," Damien muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as he wiped blood from his blade.
Although he dispatched every monster in their path, the continuous fighting began to take its toll. His breathing grew heavier with each encounter, and a faint tremble crept onto his face.
