Chapter 214: Carving Path
Myles saw it all unfold in front of him with brutal clarity. His eyes locked onto the moment Red reached out and touched one of Michael’s men and he watched without blinking as the man’s body broke down into that horrifying puddle of gore.
The image burned into his mind, the weight of the situation pressed down on him harder than before, showing him that this wasn’t just a powerful enemy anymore. This was something far beyond what he had prepared for.
His gaze shifted quickly, searching through the battlefield again.
Michael had been thrown away earlier and now Myles couldn’t even see where he had landed. There was no sign of him in the immediate area.
His attention moved across the others instead. Victor, George, Daniel, Ethan, Samantha, Clara, and Kade were all locked in their own fights. Each of them struggled to hold their ground against the overwhelming number of Red’s troops.
Blades clashed, skills flared, and bodies moved constantly, but none of them had the space to look toward Red. They couldn’t help even if they wanted to.
Myles understood immediately that there was only one person to deal with this situation. It was him.
A tension settled in his chest as that realization came. He tightened his grip around his weapons, but the confidence he usually held wasn’t there this time.
Then his eyes lifted slightly. Something above caught his attention.
Faint glowing sigils hovered in the air, layered one after another in a complex pattern that stretched across the sky. They formed a dome that covered the entire battlefield and shimmering with that same crimson energy like blood.
"What the hell is that now?"
The thought formed as his brows pulled together. The structure felt like it had been created and controlled.
"A barrier?"
His gaze sharpened as he studied it.
"Did he make this... so no one can escape?"
Another thought followed immediately after, heavier than the first.
"Is this why Lilian Seraphina is not coming?"
The possibility became clear. This barrier might be blocking them. His jaw tightened.
Myles lowered his gaze again.
Red stood at the center of it all, slowly turning his head as he scanned the battlefield with that same wide grin stretched across his face. The aura around him burned thicker and rising like heated blood that wrapped around his body in shifting waves.
It made his figure look distorted, almost demonic, as if something else was wearing his skin.
And the way he moved didn’t feel fully controlled. There was intent and bloodlust, but not clarity.
There was awareness, but no restraint.
"He’s not thinking straight," Myles narrowed his eyes slightly. "He’s just enjoying it."
That realization lingered for a moment. Then he slowly let out a long breath.
He’ll have to deal with him eventually. But not yet. Charging in blindly now would only get him killed.
His eyes moved once more to look at the battlefield, measuring the flow, numbers, and positions.
He must reduce the other variables first.
The decision settled instantly. Without another thought, Myles moved.
His body surged forward straight into the nearest cluster of Red’s troops. His short sword moved first. He sliced cleanly through a man’s chest before the curved dagger followed from below, opening another man’s throat in one smooth movement. He didn’t slow down.
He stepped through the next attack, turned his body, and attacked again. Another one dead, then another. Men and women alike.
He didn’t hesitate. At this point, they were enemies. Nothing more.
Hesitation in this kind of situation here meant death for him and his friends. He couldn’t let that happen.
His blades flashed repeatedly and made clear paths through flesh and bone as he moved through them like a constant death. His steps placed him deeper into their formation. His movements were calculated, efficient, and deadly.
Bodies dropped around him one after another.
Blood splashed, weapons fell, and screams were cut short before they could fully form.
Myles didn’t stop. He couldn’t afford to. Not now. He must kill them quickly and then deal with whatever Red had become.
Myles cut through them without slowing down. His two blades moved in a relentless rhythm as he carved a path deeper into the enemy formation.
Bodies fell one after another under his hands. Their resistance collapsed before it could even properly form.
In that short span of time, he had already taken down nearly twenty of Red’s troops, each kill executed with the same precision and efficiency that defined his movements.
But then... something changed. A sudden presence stepped into his path.
Myles halted instinctively. His body shifted back a few steps as a man moved forward to meet him head-on. The difference was immediate and unmistakable. This wasn’t like the others he had been killing so easily.
The man stood firm with a towering body while gripping a massive blade forged from uneven scraps of metal that had been crudely welded together. The weapon looked unstable and rough but the way he held it carried weight and confidence.
His stance didn’t waver. His presence pressed with a kind of raw force that set him apart from the rest.
Myles’ eyes narrowed slightly. "This one’s different."
Before he could analyze further...
"HYAAAA!!!"
The man roared as he charged forward.
His large blade swung down with brutal force, the motion far faster than something that size should have allowed.
Sparks of lightning crackled violently along the edge around the metal in jagged arcs that whipped the air as the attack came straight for him.
He was using a skill.
Myles reacted instantly.
His body twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding the descending strike as the blade crashed into the ground where he had stood just a moment before.
The impact exploded with a sharp burst of energy, lightning scattering across the surface as cracks spread through the earth beneath it.
Myles didn’t hesitate.
The moment he regained his footing, he stepped in again. His short sword aimed for the man’s side while his curved dagger followed from below, targeting a blind angle that most wouldn’t be able to defend against.
But the man moved faster than he expected.
He dragged his massive blade upward in a rough but effective motion, intercepting Myles’ attack with a loud clash of metal.
CLANG!
Sparks burst between them as the lightning along his weapon flared again, forcing Myles to pull back slightly.
Their eyes met for a brief second.
And in that moment, Myles understood. This one... won’t go down easily.
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