The vampire with the mace let out a loud, painful cry as he struck the ground with his mace, causing more than 300 meters of ground to collapse, sinking and cracking, as if the hand of a god had struck the earth with his mace.
At the same time that the blow fell to the ground, Mart couldn't help but stagger and fall to his knees for a moment. At that moment, he felt so heavy that he couldn't believe it, but this wasn't the first time he had felt this way. Mastery skills were powerful; they were a knight's greatest weapon.
"A power comparable to that of a noble," said Mart, remembering the words of Valery, his lady.
"But it's still nothing to her. I've seen someone who has reached the end of this path. You are insignificant." Mart began to use his footwork, his feet moving the snow on the ground, and he seemed to blend in a little with the snow.
But he did not become one with the snow; he moved quickly and silently. His footsteps sounded like the snow falling when it snowed.
