[Ice Hornets].
[Rank 5].
Their wings buzzed like saws, slicing through the frozen silence of the hunting grounds.
Dozens upon dozens poured from the shattered hive, their crystalline bodies glittering with frost.
Each stinger gleamed like a shard of ice meant to pierce straight through armor.
Azel froze for half a second.
Hornets.
Why did it have to be them? He clenched his jaw as old, irritating memories surged back — summers in his old world when hornets would harass him at random, and once, a whole swarm that had chased him for stealing fruit from a tree.
"Of all the monsters in this damn place…" he muttered, raising his bone sword.
Aura roared to life around him, the green glow flaring against the pale blue light of the expanse.
He didn't stop there.
Divine energy pulsed from deep within him, flooding the blade until its surface trembled, unable to contain the sheer force.
He bared his teeth. "BLOW AWAY — AND DIE, FUCKERS!"
The swing tore open the air.
