The Ten Thousand Rays Secret Realm.
On a continent in the void, a party of four trudged onward.
Their leader was a woman in white armor, with blue hair falling to her shoulders and a slightly slanted vertical eye on her forehead. A long saber hung at her waist. Her face was gentle and beautiful, yet her bearing was valiant.
Behind her were two men and a woman, all wearing gray armor of a style similar to their leader's.
The four hurried along as though fleeing.
Just then, an immense black tide surged toward them from every direction.
A closer look revealed that it was no tide at all, but wolf beasts, their eyes gleaming with dark red bloodlust as they lunged forward with savage frenzy.
"Captain, what do we do?"
The female teammate sounded breathless. She had already reached for the long weapon at her waist.
"What else can we do but fight?" The captain made her decision without hesitation. "We'll carve a bloody path out!"
She drew her long saber. Dark red stains lingered on its silver blade, as though the blood could never be wiped away.
The two male teammates also drew their weapons.
An earthen yellow light flickered over the shield and battle-axe of the sturdier man.
Behind the thinner-looking man, a longsword flew out and split into a thousand small swords. He was clearly a Psychic.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The four formed a simple battle formation. The captain took the lead, the woman protected the center with her long whip, the Psychic cut down enemies, and the burly shield-and-axe wielder brought up the rear.
Swish!
Saber light cleaved through the black tide, and a wheel of swords devoured the wolves. Like a harvesting machine, their formation charged through the tide of Dark Beasts.
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