Massacre

[Host has undergone a critical injury]

[Passive skill: Super Fast Healing will now activate]

[Super Fast Healing cannot fully heal the injury: Reason: Soul points critically low]

[Soul Points -5]

[Your soul points are empty]

[Host will now run wild]

After reading the last notification floating before him, Silas immediately felt dizzy and collapsed.

Caleb stood there, his expression a mixture of confusion and anger. When he finally saw Silas fall, he clicked his tongue and turned toward his friends, signaling for them to leave before anyone could spot them.

"Let's get out of here, guys. The bastard's dead," Caleb declared as he walked back to where Sammy and Carlos stood.

"Huh?" Sammy stammered, his face pale with terror, his eyes locked on a specific spot behind Caleb.

"What the hell are you—" Caleb began, frowning, but when he turned to see what had shaken Sammy, his eyes widened in shock, and his jaw dropped.

Silas, who had been lying motionless just moments ago, was now rising to his feet as if nothing had happened. With a calm, deliberate motion, he gripped the hilt of the blade lodged in his chest and yanked it out without uttering a sound.

"What the hell?" Caleb gasped, disbelief flooding his voice. "Am I seeing this right? Is his wound healing... at an insane speed?" He swallowed hard as he watched the gaping injury on Silas's chest seal itself completely, leaving no trace of the stabbing.

Once fully healed, Silas stepped forward, and as he moved, the group finally saw his transformed appearance in full.

His once neat hair had turned sharp and bristly, like the quills of a porcupine. His muscles had become more defined and bulkier, vicious claws, and his eyes had turned pitch black. Beneath them, dark veins pulsed visibly, spreading across his arms and legs like twisted roots.

His mere presence was menacing. Just looking at him sent shivers down their spines.

"A demon..." Sammy muttered under his breath, cold sweat dripping from his face.

"What the hell happened to him? He was supposed to be dead! But instead, he's turned into this... this freakish mutant!" Caleb's voice trembled, his bravado replaced by raw fear.

Silas stopped a few meters away from them, standing completely still, his gaze locked onto them with an eerie silence.

"Hey, guys, don't let him scare you!" Caleb shouted, trying to rally his courage. "He's still just Silas Griswold. This is all an act to freak us out—don't fall for it!"

Caleb's words seemed to bolster Sammy's courage, and with a loud battle cry, Sammy charged forward without hesitation.

**SLASH!**

A thin white line flashed through the air, followed by a heavy thud as Sammy's head tumbled to the ground like a ball. His body followed shortly after, blood spraying in all directions as his life was snuffed out in an instant.

'What... what just happened?' Caleb froze, his mind struggling to comprehend what he had just witnessed.

One second, Sammy had been charging, and the next, his head was rolling across the floor, while Silas remained standing in the same spot.

'Wait... his claws... they're dripping with blood...' Caleb's mind raced as the horrifying truth hit him. 'He attacked Sammy so fast, we didn't even see it. Just how fast is this guy?' Panic seized him, and all the confidence he once had evaporated completely.

Carlos, however, was too enraged to be paralyzed by fear. He stepped forward, his face twisted in fury, and stretched out his hands, palms open wide.

"You... How dare you kill him like that!" Carlos roared, summoning five long ice spikes that floated in the air for a split second before launching toward Silas with deadly force.

**Whoosh!**

Silas vanished from his spot, reappearing directly in front of Carlos in the blink of an eye. Before Carlos could react, Silas's claws flashed, and his head was severed clean from his body.

Blood sprayed like a fountain as Carlos's head landed at Caleb's feet, followed by the collapse of his headless body.

Caleb's heart sank into his stomach, his face ashen with terror. His shirt clung to him, drenched in cold sweat, as though he had been submerged in water.

'This guy... he's a devil!' Caleb screamed internally, his heart pounding violently in his chest as his gaze remained glued to Silas.

'I have no choice but to run.' Caleb's mind finally settled on a decision, and without hesitation, he spun around and sprinted toward the door that led to the main academy building.

As he ran, something unnerved him—there were no footsteps behind him. No one was chasing him. Driven by curiosity, he risked a glance over his shoulder, only to find that Silas had vanished.

"Where is he?" Caleb muttered, scanning the area frantically. His heart nearly stopped when he turned his gaze forward again. There, standing directly in his path, was Silas.

'Shit... shit... shit!' Panic coursed through Caleb's veins, and in a desperate attempt to flee, he tried to turn and run the other way—but there was Silas, standing behind him as well.

"Please! Please, don't kill me!" Caleb pleaded, his voice shaking. "I'll give you anything! Look, I've just transferred all my tokens to you. Please, spare my life!" Caleb frantically made a quick transfer, hoping to buy his life.

But Silas didn't seem to be listening. It felt as though the person before Caleb wasn't Silas anymore but a wild creature driven by an insatiable instinct to hunt and kill.

"Please... I'm the only son..." Caleb whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes, his voice filled with desperation and regret.

Silas stared at him for a moment before reaching out and gripping Caleb's head with one hand. His claws sank deep into Caleb's skull, and a glowing blue aura began to flow from Caleb's body into Silas's.

[Soul Points: 10/100]

[Soul Points: 50/100]

[Soul Points: 70/100]

[Soul Points: 100/100]

Even though his soul points were fully restored, Silas didn't stop. He continued draining every last bit of Caleb's soul, his hunger insatiable. As the seconds passed, Caleb's body began to solidify, turning into a lifeless, petrified husk.