The notification flashed before Silas's eyes, with the word "last" standing out in bold. It was over. No more ambushes, no more surprise attacks. He had slain them all.
For a moment, Silas just stood there, panting heavily as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The sun beat down on him mercilessly, but the heat was the least of his concerns.
"It's only just the beginning," Silas muttered, his brow furrowing in frustration. "And I've already lost 10 soul points. I can't afford to lose more... not when there are even tougher mutants waiting ahead."
He stood there for a few moments, catching his breath, before advancing forward. His feet sank into the crimson sand with every step he took, each one feeling heavier than the last. The weight of the journey was pressing down on him, but there was no turning back now.