61 What Do You Fight For?

With how unseemly the situation had become, Northern stared indifferently with an eerie calmness.

His stance was slightly bent, extending the Mortal Blade in the pursuit of blood and flesh… to render the terror that stood before him asunder…well, terrors.

One of them was enough trouble already.

Well, it was unsure if he remembered how much of difficulty facing Night Terror posed or even though his consciousness was lost in the cold darkness of oblivion, his instincts still carved a memory of fear from that encounter.

Maybe he was tentatively looking at them right now because of the unspoken, unthought memories of fear that coursed not through his head but rather his muscles.

The two terrors stood apart from him, one holding a wicked, corrupted pole steel with sharp needle like edge almost kissing the ground.