His lungs filled with air, Cain shot forward even faster.
A gust of wind enveloped his body, propelling hon forward even faster, until he was no more than a blitz.
A streak of light that cut through the world.
Magnificent and blinding.
The world was marked with darkness.
A terrible, wicked scourge.
And yet, with his blade.
And the hopes undying.
He could cut through it.
He had finally made this way across the land bridge.
A hwavy force smashed into his shoulder, forcing hin to stagger.
He groaned. Another slammed into his shin, the pain nearly forcing him to let out a loud cry.
A shrill crie resounded in his ears as an enormous Zombie came bounding towards him, its rotting face of full display.
Without wasting breath, he turned and punched forward, smashing its face in.
Putrid black blood splashed all over his armor, but he couldn't care less.
'It's not enough. Not yet.'
