Chapter 54 Battle Of The Dark Forest [part 2]
With ferocious roars, the monsters emerged from the shadows, their forms looming large and terrifying. Towering creatures with bodies of pure muscle and horns that curled like the flames of a raging fire.
Their eyes glowed with a dangerous intensity, and their breath came out in hot, angry bursts. They were a sight to behold, fearsome and awe-inspiring. He could sense the malevolence emanating from them, a palpable aura that sent shivers down his spine.
The monsters that emerged before him were unlike anything he had ever faced in this realm, larger and more menacing.
As the battle began in earnest, Northern found himself face to face with the leader of these formidable creatures.
Its fur was a dark, matted black, and its horns gleamed with a deadly sharpness. The dark creature charged at him with a thunderous fury, its hooves pounding the ground, creating tremors that reverberated through Northern's bones.
With a surge of adrenaline, Northern met it head-on. His onyx blade clashed against the creature's massive horn, sending sparks flying into the air.
The force of the impact nearly knocked him off his feet, but he stood his ground.
Their weapons locked in a deadly dance, Northern and the creature circled each other, their movements fluid and precise.
He ducked under a wild swing of the creature's battle ax, slashing at its flank with all his might. The tenebrous blade bit deep into the creature's flesh, drawing a gushing wound.
It bellowed in pain and fury, its red eyes burning with a newfound intensity.
Then it shot forward with a relentless assault, hooves pounding the ground with a thunderous rhythm.
Northern fought back with every ounce of strength he possessed, parrying blow after blow, his sword a blur of steel in the fading light.
Time seemed to blur as the battle raged on. Northern fought not only the leader but also other monstrous creatures that joined the fray. However, his death guardian and pet were there supporting him while he fought head-on with the monster general.
Each clash of swords, each swing and parry, brought him closer to the edge of exhaustion. But he held on, battling every strain with an even more ferocious attempt to cut the monster's flesh.
While wondering in an odd ecstasy, this was how it felt to be in Night Terror's position.
The battle seemed interminable, a never-ending cycle of bloodshed and violence.
Bodies littered the ground, both friend and foe.
Northern's muscles burned, and his breath came in ragged gasps, but still, he pressed on, his determination unyielding.
The forest seemed to come alive as the clash of metal reverberated through the air.
Steels clashed, claws swiped, and the cries of triumph and pain mingled in a chaotic symphony.
Northern himself engaged in a dance of death, his sword swinging with a rookie's desperation but also a glimmer of determination.
Their opponents this time were relentless, their attacks fierce and unyielding.
Northern parried blow after blow, both of the general and of intruders, his black sword deflecting the onslaught with inherent precision.
Randomly, he would strike fiercely at the mobs that came in between him and the general. But for every enemy he struck down, two more seemed to take their place.
The battle was a never-ending tide of violence, each swing of the Mortal Blade meeting an opposing force that threatened to overwhelm him.
In the midst of the chaos, Northern caught glimpses of his allies, their monstrous forms locked in combat.
They fought with a primal ferocity, their roars echoing through the forest like thunder. Yet, despite their strength, the enemy seemed to multiply, their numbers seemingly endless.
Time blurred as the battle wore on, the minutes stretching into hours.
Northern's body ached, his movements growing sluggish, but still, he fought on.
His sword became an extension of himself, a tool of survival in this savage dance of life and death.
While he and the general slaughtered each other's opponents, miles apart from each other, their eyes met again for a brief moment, and in that instant, Northern felt a surge of adrenaline.
Driven by an unspoken challenge, Northern pressed forward, his sword slicing through the air with tired vigor.
He focused all his energy, all his skill, on the task at hand. Each swing of the onyx blade testified to his growth, his evolution from a rookie walker to a reliable warrior, a puissant sentinel.
The battle waged on, its intensity unabated. Northern fought alongside his monstrous allies, their combined strength a force to be reckoned with.
The forest trembled with the clash of titans, the very air saturated with the scent of blood and the cries of the wounded.
Finally, cutting monsters across each other, they finally collided again.
Northern's muscles rippled with intense pain as he struggled to hold strong against the attack of the muscular monster.
Seeing that Northern was thrown off by its attack, it dove in with its head, hooking him with those crude horns and plunged him into the air.
Northern flew out of the cacophony, flying through the air and smashing his back against a tree.
The monster darted across the distance before he could stand, grabbed him with its claws, pinning him to the tree and clenched its grasp on the ax as it flew farther behind for a powerful strike.
The ax swung towards Northern, parting the air with a ferocious urgency. However, a resonating clang shook the tree, Northern, and the monster itself as a grotesque critter suddenly flashed in front and deflected the strike with equal power.
Northern sighed, heavily breathing. He never thought a day would come that he would be so happy to see his angel of death.
The monster straightened its body and glared into the eyes of the muscular creature before it with the head of a bull.
Snarling, both dashed towards each other and clashed in a fierce ringing of metal. Their weapons became a blur as they hoisted voracious strikes at each other, contending, strength against strength, might against might.
For a stilling while, none of them seemed to surpass each other. Every movement of the general was matched by the death angel, every movement of the death angel was matched by the bullish general.
No amount of swift movement was enough, the general just burst through with an immense amount of strength. At times, even their weapons would freeze in vibration at the power of their attacks.
Northern watched the fight unfold while having a moment to himself.
This was the difference between him and his clone.
He frowned in disgust at himself.
'Crap! It's not like I have prepared for this, fought wars. Of course, my stamina would still be shit!'
He sounded like he was making an excuse for himself, but Northern shook away the shame he felt. Instead of sulking, it'd pay to continue this battle somehow.
Since no monster was currently looking, they didn't see this happen.
Northern separated himself into two, and one darted off before it could be seen, weaving through the monsters in vicious slashes of an unforgiving onyx blade.