The battle that had started between two relatively contained groups quickly spiraled into a full-blown war, hundreds of creatures from both sides now locked in combat.
Shadow initially held the numerical advantage, but that quickly began to disappear as the number of newly arriving Forsaken exceeded the number being killed.
Most of them were around D-Rank, with a few C-Ranks mixed in.
It was obvious that not only were they beginning to outnumber Shadow's army, but they were also slowly forcing it back.
Just as everything seemed to be turning against him, Shadow, who had remained high above the battlefield, calmly observing everything like a commander waiting for the perfect opportunity to act, finally made his move.
He slowly raised the hand holding his scythe...
Then brought it down.
The base of the shaft struck the thick branch beneath his feet, producing a thin, piercing sound that spread out in every direction.
At first...
Nothing seemed to happen.
