Slowly, Xeno died with his body torn apart in a brutal and pitiful state.
Blood pooled across the ground beneath him, thick and dark, spreading into the cracks of the ruined battlefield.
The light in his eyes faded little by little, until nothing remained but a hollow stare that reflected no will, no anger, no ambition.
He was dead.
Ethan turned around, his boots scraping lightly against the bloodstained earth.
Behind him, many members of the Scavenger team had already dropped their weapons.
The moment Xeno was killed by Ethan's hand, their fighting spirit collapsed.
Some fell to their knees. Others raised their hands in surrender.
A few simply stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened.
But Ethan's orders were absolute and unquestionable.
He raised his hand and gave a single command to the Eastern Alliance forces.
"Execute them. Leave no one alive."
There was no hesitation.
