Sera silently stood over the dead ascended. Melinda and Percy had already finished their fights a while ago and now they were in the camp hunting down any survivors.
It always felt a bit strange to complete these kinds of missions. She knew it was evil to massacre an entire camp of people, but deep inside her there was only emptiness.
Sera knew it was bad, but she literally couldn't feel bad. It was a confusing contradiction, which she struggled with at times like this.
After a while when the screams and shouts died down a bit, she began walking through the camp. Her weapon changed into a tiny spark that stuck close to her hand. It gave her quick access in case of a surprise attack.
Her hollow eyes looked at the corpses around her. The people with actual wounds were the evolved that survived the initial wave of plague.
