Chapter 93

Yasmin's sword was battered and dull, but she kept swinging it relentlessly. Her steps never faltered, and she never faltered or glanced at the people around her. She simply believed the only way to save others was to keep moving forward. This was her first time facing the wave of beasts. It was also her first time truly understanding the terror of the creatures that poured from the rift. Their adaptability was horrifying. Their skins grew tougher with every passing moment. Her hands were raw and bloodied. She had long lost count of how many times she'd swung her blade or how many beasts she'd cut down. Judging by the gashes and wounds on her body, it was clear the creatures were no longer mindlessly falling to her strikes. The summit was just ahead. She could almost see the massive black silhouette at the top, its gaze mocking her as it watched her struggle. She couldn't stop, not just for the sake of the city, but also because of him. She refused to let any of these monsters