Back in Lancet and Astensia's zone, more killing and clearing continued. The town's broken stone lanes narrowed and widened in uneven stretches as they advanced, cliffs and old quarry walls rising on either side in jagged tiers.
The miasma was cleared where Espel had already passed, and the lands had been reborn, free of Demon rot and as new as the day the town was built. Every few steps another Demon lunged out of an alley, dropped from a ledge, or came clawing up from the broken earth itself.
Lancet killed each and all of them. Notifications filled his vision, and not just from him, but from Astensia, Thor, Kestrel and even Spectra.
All their kills fed him EXP and Creativity Points. Not just that; their kills also charged his Phantom Ring.
Twenty-seven…
Thirty-one…
Thirty-seven…
When Astensia registered her 110th kill, Lancet felt the ring in his finger pulse hot with stored force.
Forty-two charges.
