KACHUM!
Silas twisted the doorknob with precision, feeling the metal's coolness before pushing the door open. The hinges creaked slightly as he stepped inside, and after taking a deep breath, he quietly shut the door behind him. Without wasting a moment, he moved toward the bed, his movements calculated, like someone with a heavy burden on his mind.
Collapsing onto the bed, Silas leaned back, allowing his gaze to drift toward the holographic notification screen floating in front of him.
[Congratulations, you have killed the enemy.]
[One Soul Recovery has been granted to you.]
[+3 attribute points.]
[+3 attribute points for consuming the soul of a Grade 3 mutant ability user.]
The bright glow of the screen reflected in his eyes as Silas scanned the text, his fingers absently rubbing his chin. Despite the notification of his victory, there was an undeniable hint of worry etched across his face.
