With anticipation coursing through his veins, Jin tightened his grip on the Blood Rifle, bracing himself for the impending battle that lay ahead.
Advancing cautiously through the darkened depths of the forest, every movement seemed to twitch with excitement, mirroring the adrenaline surging within him.
Every step he took was deliberate, his senses heightened and muscles tensed, keenly aware of his surroundings. The moonlight cast eerie shadows upon the forest floor, creating a pale glow that illuminated his path as he pressed forward.
The weight of the Blood Rifle, coupled with the newfound firepower bestowed upon it by the bullets infused with Vampiric Wolf blood, provided Jin with a reassuring sense of security.
His fingers wrapped firmly around the weapon, his grip steady and poised, ready to unleash its lethal potential at a moment's notice.
