The air was thick with tension as the men shouted in confusion and fear.
"What the fuck just happened?" "Who did that?" "Where is he?"
Neato and Kael stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock. Roman had vanished, leaving them to wonder what would happen next. Suddenly, the heads of the men around them began to explode one by one, blood and gore splattering the desert sand. Panic erupted among the remaining men as they swung their weapons wildly at the air, trying to fend off an invisible assailant.
"Where is he?" "Stop him!"
Their screams were cut short as they fell, their bodies hitting the ground lifeless. Neato and Kael watched in stunned silence, their minds struggling to process the carnage unfolding before them. Roman moved with blinding speed, a blur of deadly precision, leaving no man standing. As the last man's head exploded, Roman reappeared, his skin smoking slightly from the exertion.
"What are you waiting for?" Roman called out, his voice steady. "Let's go."
Neato smirked, trying to hide his amazement. "Fifty men all by yourself? I've seen better."
Kael remained silent, his eyes fixed on Roman with a mixture of awe and fear. Without another word, they began to walk, leaving the grisly scene behind them. The desert stretched out before them, a harsh and unforgiving landscape, but they moved forward with determination.
END OF CHAPTER 9