The AMC squad leader stood frozen, motionless in the middle of the ruined underground structure.
Her rifle slipped from her fingers.
Clatter!
The weapon hit the concrete beside her boots, echoing loudly in the silence.
The blood demon - the monster in human skin who had massacred her squad like they were nothing more than paper dolls - had just sunk into the ground. Vanished like a phantom.
Gone. Just like that.
But the fear didn't leave with him.
It lingered.
Clinging to her lungs. Clawing at the edges of her mind.
Weapons hadn't worked. Not rifles, not grenades, not a damn thing.
Even after taking down the Black Fang and the One-Eyed Serpent, two high tier threats recognised by the Association, he had kept moving. The blood-wielding mutant barely even looked tired, like he had enough left in him to tear through ten more squads.
It was a massacre; no other word fit.
Almost her entire squad had been shredded before her eyes.
