At the other side, Din was also among the fighters. This time, however, he didn't have his sword.
It had shattered during the previous battle.
He had already come to terms with the fact that ordinary weapons were useless against these creatures. Now that he was a martial warrior, he could inflict far more damage with his own body than any normal weapon ever could.
Knowing this, Din braced himself as it finally became his turn to fight.
Yet the closer he got to the demons, the more his body trembled.
Flashes of what had happened before kept replaying in his mind.
The giant palm.
The crushing force.
The unbearable pain.
Then darkness.
Complete darkness.
His body tensed.
Din had never experienced this before.
As a military officer who had fought in active war zones, he had come close to death more times than he could count.
Bullets.
Explosions.
Ambushes.
Starvation.
Disease.
He had survived them all.
Each time death reached for him, he somehow escaped.
