The battle was nearing its end, far quicker than anyone might have expected. Less than ten minutes had passed, and yet it had already reached a point where the winning side and the losing one were painfully clear.
Shadow, with his lethal precision and complete lack of compassion for the guards, had eliminated seventy percent of them.
Some of the Unawakened were still alive, but mutilated. Others, awakened, were barely clinging to life. Most of the F-Ranks were dead, and the sole mid-stage E-Rank also remained alive, though in such a state that he was no different from a corpse.
Evan had no intention of going easy on them, nor did his clone. Even so, he gave the command to spare those who were no longer capable of fighting back or harming him in any way.
He would not show mercy to his enemies, no matter who they were, but the part of him that was still human preferred to avoid unnecessary slaughter, especially in a situation like this, where they were already defeated.
