Part II Chapter 58: The Coldness of Death Stills My Limbs

Summoned! To an RPG World (Isekai LitRPG)

There's something uncanny about the world when you move through it with the intention of waging war. Everything seemed portentous and vivid, even the tussocks of grass over which Goncendor walked; or the flight of a bee, swerving away from my helmet visor and oblivious to the hundreds of warriors making their way toward the enemy (the bee was probably n…