We swing,
And swing.
And swing again.
Sheol roars in our grip, its three opened eyes flaring as the blade cuts through the swarming Sentinels. Each strike cleaves through radiant bodies, scattering particles of divine light into the air like shattered stars. The battlefield crackles with energy, and our vision is so bright it's nearly impossible to see things.
Meanwhile, the Sentinels attacks are really relentless. Some of their attacks land. A blades of light sliced down from above and cut into Alter's shoulder, a spears of radiance thrust at our chest, but none of them pierce through Azazel's Guard. The armor adapts instantly, dispersing impacts with blackened scales and crimson mana pulses. It even mend itself and automatically fixes any broken parts or cut.
"Damn! Eris's gear is really good!" I exclaim in awe.
"Uh huh!" Alter nods mid-swing, slashing a Sentinel clean in half. "If it weren't for them, I'd be having a hell of a time right now!"
