"Kill them all." - Belial
Just like before the world dyes in red, however, instead of the walls of text layered on top of every living creature, I only see a singular word on every enemy. Shining scarlet in this world of blood, the word 'Kill'. I knew what that word represented. I just need my spear to reach it. To reach each and every single one of those words.
Without a second thought, my body moves. Staring at the closest fishman, my spear naturally draws towards the glowing words on its neck, stabbing through it in one fluid movement. As casually as breathing, my spear slices the side of its neck, spinning around my waist. The butt of the spear bashes into the chin of a mace-wielding fishman lifting its whole body upwards. Pushing the spear along my waist once more, I let the blade spear slice through the glowing 'Kill' on its neck, before taking a step forward and penetrating the chest of another.