Betrayed at the hands of his trusted circle, He manipulated time seeking their downfall. Forced to start from the very beginning, he scours The Land Of Luna in search of his lost power. Fighting against waves of tribulation, persecution, and perversities he endures for a single purpose. To fulfill his vendetta by seeking and destroying The Three Kings
Overwhelmed.
That is the only world I could ever hope to use in order to describe our current predicament.
Fighting against wave after wave of violently bloodthirsty soldiers in this sea of people, has shown me one thing very clearly.
At our current pace with the strength we have, there is no hope of being able to overcome this challenge.
The momentum that I originally had when first engaging the mass in deadly duel was quickly dying down. Not only was I starting to breathe heavy but with all the spells Ventus was casting, she was burning through our combined mana supply much faster than anticipated.
The various spells she was using were powerful. Almost to a frightening degree. They gluttonously Consumed the lives of many as each one struck down on her victims.
Several times throughout this battle the same thought would go through my head.
Ventus is killing a lot more than me...Where had her morales gone.