Through the rough and frosty gap, a faint, chilling mist formed and vanished, dancing upon the towering and perfect figure of a young man.
His physique was sharp and attractive, commanding attention as he stood above a puddle of thick, crimson blood.
Adorned in a black vest and military blue-striped armor, the stench of fishy decay emanated from his battle-worn body, remnants of the countless conflicts he had endured.
The armor boasted several deep white slashes, testaments to his great achievements. Among them, a small hole on his left side revealed a glimpse of his muscular abs.
His amber eyes, highlighted by slitted animal-like pupils, scanned the space before him, shimmering with glowing transparent screens. A series of notifications repeated incessantly, their multitude extending far beyond his field of vision.
[You have successfully killed a Tier 0 - Level 1 Blood Slave!]
