The battle between the awakeners of Ironpeak Base and those who wanted to infiltrate continued for several hours.
Many warriors died and respawned from both sides. Bodies of humans and beasts littered the ground alike, the smell of death, blood, and gore filling the air with a nauseating thickness that even veteran awakeners struggled to ignore.
Moon wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his cloak. He'd been killing constantly without stopping, maintaining a relentless offensive pace that few could match.
He had already amassed at least a hundred kills by himself, maybe more, he'd stopped counting after the first twenty or so. His attacks were mostly targeting beasts at the back lines to ensure no frontline warriors were caught in the explosive radius and injured by friendly fire.
