[BC]Sacred Event Day 2 (part 3)

Attracted by the sound of shield breaking, screams of pain, more and more orcs gathered around Aito on a rampage. Lessening his team's burden, but also Sam's.

Hacking, slashing, hammering, bashing. He did it all. Bones shattered, head dropped. His heart pumped blood at a rapid pace.

Engrossed within the moment, little did Aito know three hundred corpses already laid on the ground around him.

Since he was mostly using his hammer, his mana reserve was still half full. Pursued by more than a hundred orcs, his teammates had retreated behind the illusionary fortifications where they stood their ground.

However, he wasn't aware of it.

The feeling of power stemming from killing was exhilarating, clouding his mind over what was happening.

He killed, killed, and killed. Until five hundred armored corpses around him remained. His blurred vision finally cleared.