With the first ruin dealt with, Kyle and Bruce made their way toward the second location Queen had marked earlier.
Kyle's steps were slower now—his right arm throbbed from the earlier backlash, and though he kept it mostly hidden, Bruce had noticed the signs.
'Tsk, my arm is hurting a lot more than I expected it to. Will it really break this time? I will have to make sure that does not happen.'
A horde of beasts blocked their path again, growling and snarling at the intrusion.
Bruce took a step forward, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders.
"Leave this to me, Young Master. I'll clear them out in no time."
But Kyle simply raised his good arm and let out a pulse of mana that formed into a slash of pure force.
It carved a clean path through the horde like a hot knife through butter.
The monsters scattered in confusion, momentarily stunned by the raw, oppressive energy.
Bruce blinked, then sighed.
"You know, you could let me show off once in a while."
