Liam coughed a mouthful of blood. Warm blood dripped down his scalp all the way to his tippy toes.
He stood above mounds formed through versions of his own corpses, and the victory felt all the more greater.
He had beaten thousands of himself. Proved that he was the strongest iteration.
Proved that the previous Liam was still too hung on remnants of humanity. Outdated.
What remained of that, Liam burned it. Tore it to shreds and shed his skin.
Liam looked around.
There was silence.
He waited for the dramatic moment when something burst from the ground. Or when something shot at him from the sky.
Or a 'ding!' followed by a massive reward for the feat he just accomplished.
Nothing of the kind happened.
"I didn't just kill a thousand versions of myself for no reason, did I?" Liam asked seemingly no one, a bit of annoyance in his voice.
"Where's my reward?"
