In a horrifying turn of events, there stood a figure, frozen in time, as his head was violently severed from his body.
My sharp blade sliced through his flesh and sinew, severing the connection between life and death. As the head rolled off his body, a cascade of crimson blood erupted from the open wound, drenching the ground below.
My next move was to dismember his body and sever his limbs into countless pieces. Time seemed to slow down for me, allowing me to effortlessly slice through his flesh with a hundred swift swings in a matter of seconds. The intensity of my speed caused my body to be cloaked in an electrifying light, which radiated an intense brightness that made everyone squint their eyes.
This marked my fourth kill, and now I felt no remorse, as he deserved nothing less than death. My actions were not driven solely by personal desire; they were also a strategic measure to warn other rankers from even perceiving my friends and me as easy targets.
