Before the Fryce Guards could recover from the shock wave, Renato had already used the momentum of his charge to sweep across the hall strewn with rubble and severed limbs.
Black smoke seeped from the gaps between the plates of Mountain's Embrace and rose, concealing his figure within solidified shadows.
From a distance, only a blurred silhouette could be seen racing through the smoke, its exact position impossible to pin down.
He had not cast Dakoul's Blessing in advance without reason.
The Fryce Guards Corps consisted of the most elite female Drow guards. Each warrior had centuries of combat experience, and there was no telling how many magic scrolls and enchanted pieces of equipment they still carried.
Who knew whether they still had spells like the Poison Cloud Spell at their disposal? Casting Dakoul's Blessing beforehand gave him considerably more room for error in a battle that could change in an instant.
Besides, Dakoul's Blessing could work in tandem with Shadow Shield. With their special mechanisms for reflecting melee damage, any enemy who attacked him would pay a price. This combination was enough to offset the disadvantage of fighting many opponents alone.
Amid the roiling black smoke, Renato had already closed in for the kill.
The Personal Guard at the front clutched her unnaturally bent elbow, staggering as she tried to retreat. Heavy panting came from beneath her visor; clearly, she had not fully recovered from the impact.
But an elite was still an elite. The moment she caught the rapidly approaching figure from the corner of her eye, her body reacted before her mind did.
She raised her halberd one-handed, hoping to block the black blade descending with a sonic boom.
The mithral shaft had once been engraved with densely packed rings of Spider Runes. When Lolth still favored