The wind howled atop the walls, snow pelting down like icy needles. Robert stood unmoved, his figure half-shrouded in frost. After wiping out the towering beasts with frightening ease, he turned slightly, observing the battlefield below with dead calm eyes.
But he did not stop.
"Another," he ordered.
A knight quickly handed him another spear, trembling as he backed away. Robert gripped it, charging it with more mana than before. The air around the weapon twisted and shimmered, pressure building until it cracked the stone beneath his feet.
He hurled it.
This time, the spear didn't just kill one—it tore through dozens.
It shot down in a clean line like a blade of light, piercing the battlefield. Monsters shrieked and screamed, their voices echoing in a twisted chorus.
"GRRAAAGHHHHH!!!"
"SKREEEEEEE!!!"
"KUAAAAARGHH!!"
The spear punched through them like paper. Limbs flew and bodies exploded one after another.
