The ruins echoed with the relentless sounds of s*******r. More beasts poured in from the shattered stone spires and overgrown thickets — twisted, snarling creatures with jagged fangs and hides like cracked, hardened leather.
Chris moved like a whirlwind of death, his katana flashing in deadly, precise arcs. His laughter boomed across the battlefield, raw and unhinged, mixing with the wet thuds of bodies hitting the blood-soaked ground.
[Adrenaline & Willpower Surge: 30%.]
[Host Has Killed 10 Beasts.]
[Host Has Killed 3 Beasts.]
[Host Has Killed 8 Beasts.]
Chris finally paused, chest heaving heavily. His once-pristine brown robe clung heavily to his frame, drenched in thick, warm blood that carried the metallic tang of iron and the earthy stench of torn flesh.
Each breath came
