An Kasyapa attacked as fast as the wind, but the vegetation transformed even faster. The plants agitated with the vigor of hot-blooded youngsters, as if a curse had breathed life into them.
His longsword danced in the air. Whether attack or defense, his form was perfect.
Yet, no matter the destruction he wrought, the enemy remained staunch, obstinately emerging one after another. They revived endlessly, no matter how he chopped them down.
His attack and defense almost reached an unprecedented state, but even so, he was under ever-growing pressure.
The enemy’s numbers were simply too great....