The mage tried to retreat, but Kael was faster.
He ducked under a bolt of lightning, slid along the forest floor, and sliced across the mage's Achilles tendon. The man collapsed, shrieking, and Kael ended it swiftly—[EXP +975].
He stood, chest heaving, and turned.
There were only ten left.
The last ten Primal Warriors stared at him—no longer with aggression, but fear in their soulless eyes.
This wasn't the same Kael they'd faced before. This was something else entirely.
His movements were fluid, too precise. His eyes? Cold and focused. The blood dripping from his blade only made him look more terrifying.
The leader among them barked an order.
They charged, this time in proper formation—five in front, five behind, a pincer meant to overwhelm.
Kael didn't run, he welcomed them with open hands.
The first warrior lunged—Kael sidestepped, used the man's momentum, and drove his dagger through the armpit, letting him fall with a gasp—[EXP +1025].
