The wound forms a glaring blood hole.
Sora almost never misses, the second floor stairs are littered with corpses. The last guy hit was propelled backward by the force, tumbling over the railing, hanging on the iron hook meant for suspending corpses.
The pulley clattered, emitting a teeth-gritting metallic screech, the body swayed over the fleeing crowd, blood mixed with organs splattering everywhere...
The ghouls below descended into chaos.
Panicked, they fired their guns, hiding behind cover, bullets strayed to the ceiling.
Sora loved this gun.
It fired rapidly, had great power, was compatible with advanced bullets.
The sight could sync with the vision, allowing for a freer gun stance.
Boom, boom boom—
The factory equipment exploded under the ghouls' own bullets, many places were sparking with electricity.
Sora stood in the smoke and dust, steadily picking off the enemies.
