The four undead were cut into pieces as if they were butchered meat set up for cooking.
Riven was so shocked that he didn't even feel the connection between them snap. What was that? What was that sword? Is that even a sword?
Not only the undead but their weapons were cut into shattered pieces as well. Blood and gore splashed onto Spartacus, making him look like a monstrous figure.
Spartacus returned his sword and faced Riven once again. "Is that all the tricks you can do? Pathetic. You are not worthy of my sword."
Riven gritted his teeth as he came to the realization that he wouldn't survive. And if not for his Undying Sigil, he would have run already, but even then, his body moved back a step without his conscious will.
'...I don't know what will happen if I fail... The Death Ledger spoke of me being reversed as the target.....but I don't know what it means... But with the book twisting with my Sigil... I don't want to risk anything...'
