"My absolute darling, you haven't had a proper taste of high-grade lifeforce ever since I drew you from the system," Zeke murmured, addressing his katana—the Infinite Edge of Kismet's Call—as his gaze swept over the dense cluster of monsters slowly encircling his position.
"Random Slash." He executed a lazy, horizontal arc with the blade.
An omnidirectional, crescent wave of pure, condensed mana erupted from the edge, cleanly shearing through the necks of every single beast within a fifty-yard radius in a synchronized spray of dissolving essence.
"Yeah, S-rank monsters are honestly complete garbage nowadays," Zeke sighed, scratching his cheek as he casually shook the blade clean.
{Then perhaps you should stop hunting in the beginner zones and seek out entities that actually possess a pulse.}
