When the swarm tried to adapt by splitting, flanking and swarming from multiple vectors, she responded instantly, altering patterns, shifting angles and increasing output.
As the minutes passed, the corpses piled higher.
Ten thousand...
Twenty thousand...
The dead formed mounds, then hills, then choking walls of flesh and ichor. Dark blue blood coated the terrain in thick layers, steaming faintly where it met residual energy from her attacks.
Some bodies slid against the barrier around Victor, pressing against it, stacking so densely that the darkness sphere was nearly buried beneath.
Yet the swarm did not thin.
If anything, it grew more aggressive.
Eirene landed atop a mound of corpses and surveyed the field in a single glance. Her expression did not change. Her breathing was steady. Her posture remained straight and balanced.
The swarm swept out again and she leapt upward, twisting midair as darkness exploded outward from her being
