[Location: Dungeon—Vampire King's Castle]
I walked with my hands tucked inside my pockets, as my shadow soldier made the way.
Carving way with ghouls' bodies piling around like parted sea, Here my three—
[Shadow Magic Soldier Lv. 1]
— Elite grade
seems to be vibing much more than twenty-six [Shadow Infantrymen Lv. 1] as they simply 'fireballed' the ones crawling from sewer gates, their deep robes flaring with each muted detonation as clusters of Low-Ranked Ghouls were reduced to scorched fragments.
In contrast, the twenty-six Shadow Infantrymen were… enthusiastic.
Clumsy. Overzealous. Loud.
They hacked, cleaved, stabbed, and trampled with reckless obedience, their forms tearing through the low-ranked grotesques like blunt instruments trying to imitate artistry. Arms flew. Jaws snapped. Concrete cracked under the weight of their relentless charge.
And still, more ghouls poured forth.
