Rex stared at his trembling hands, the crimson stains stark against his pallid skin. Each droplet of blood glistened like molten rubies in the flickering light of the battlefield.
It wasn't just blood, it was power. Somehow, impossibly, a single drop had been enough to bring down an immortal being.
He swallowed hard, the metallic tang of ash and blood still lingering in the air. "So… that's it," he muttered, his voice hollow, as if trying to convince himself.
His lips curled into a smirk, masking the storm of emotions swirling within. "She died because of my blood. Guess I really am one hell of a guy."
"Wait," he blurted, the realization striking like a bolt of lightning. His gaze darted to the empty air, searching for the familiar glow of a notification. "That still counts as a kill, right? Where's the damn notification?!"
