The last demon fell with a gurgled scream as Jack's clawed hand tore through its throat.
[-6,670 HP]
Silence descended across the battlefield like a shroud.
Eight hundred creatures lay dead.
Bodies were stacked in places where the fighting had been thickest, limbs twisted backwards, faces frozen in expressions of terror.
The scorched earth had become a lake of blood, black, red, gray, blue, all the colors mixing into something dark and oily that reflected the crimson sky.
Jack stood in the center of it all, chest heaving, blood dripping from every inch of his body.
His Lightning Spear had dissolved at some point during the slaughter, leaving only his clawed hands. Steam rose from his body where the red energy continued to burn, cooking the demon blood coating his skin.
[-163 HP]
[Jack HP: 2,924/3,250]
The notification appeared at the edge of his vision, but the thing controlling Jack didn't process it.
