The Blood Slaves that had been standing mere moments ago now bore gaping holes in their heads, causing their bodies to crumple with a sickening flop.
Crimson droplets splattered and drenched the unyielding cement beneath, creating a gruesome tableau. As the metallic tang of blood permeated the air, a stark contrast emerged—an ethereal, transparent screen materialized before Jin's eyes.
[You have successfully killed a Tier 0 - Level 1 Blood Slave!]
Jin's eyebrows shot up in a mixture of surprise and confusion as he read the information displayed on the screen.
A peculiar expression crossed his face as he regarded the hidden Blood Slaves lurking in the shadows. "Their level is so low?" he mumbled to himself, a little startled by this revelation.
But before Jin could process the implications further, the scene before him shifted drastically.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!