Silas stood in the midst of carnage, breathing hard yet calm, his scythe glistening dark with the mutant blood that clung to its blade.
The fallen mutants around him, limp and twisted, the silence of the aftermath thick in the air.
[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 1 Serpentine mutant]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 2 serpentine mutant]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Grade 1 serpentine mutant]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]
[Congratulations, you have slain a Kepromec]
Each kill notification blinked in his vision, marking his progress, but Silas barely acknowledged them. His eyes, cold and focused, were fixed on the chamber entrance, where three serpentine mutants watched him with a primal intensity.