The dark crater was a graveyard of obsidian scales and green blood, but the silence that followed the slaughter was far from peaceful. It was a jagged, suffocating quiet, broken only by the wet, rhythmic thumping of Neo's erratic hearts.
Kale Ardentis stood frozen, his eyes wide as he stared at the flickering blue screens of his vision.
The mechanical screech of the system's glitching was still echoing in his mind, a sound like grinding metal that made his Hexarion Human senses recoil.
When the final prompt stabilised, declaring that the hydra was undergoing a mutation because of the transformation trait, Kale felt a cold spike of dread.
"What do you mean?" Kale unknowingly muttered aloud, his voice cracked and hollow.
His eyes were pinned to the single line of text on the virtual window.
