บท 20: Filter
Lucas, who had been inching toward the back of the room, was frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest. 'He just… killed them. Like they were nothing.' He swallowed hard, eyes darting toward the 3 corpses.
Lucas didn't dislike this scene, this instead awoken something in him
Viktor turned back to the crowd, his voice once again calm, yet carrying the weight of death. "Anyone else?"
Not a single person moved. Not a single voice rose in defiance.
Just then, the door opened once more, and Nyx walked with a mask as plain as anything, completely normal and devoid of all emotion, through the eyes of the mask, seemed as if one was staring into the void or darkness. It was Nyx unreadable as always.
His gaze swept across the room, taking in the dead bodies and the fearful crowd. He showed no reaction, no sign of approval or disapproval. This was all part of the plan.
For what Nyx was looking at...were the status's of the people
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NAME : FRED BOTCHE
LEVEL : 1
STATUS : FEAR, SLIGHTLY HEALTHY
TALENT : LEAP [ F ]
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NAME : HANNA CRICKET
LEVEL : 1
STATUS : FEAR, HEALTHY
TALENT : SWERVE [ F ]
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NAME : DEW MILT
LEVEL : 1
STATUS : FEAR, SLIGHTLY HEALTHY
TALENT : ENABLE [ E ]
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NAME : LOUIS FEUD
LEVEL : 1
STATUS : FEAR, HEALTHY
TALENT : DECISION [ F ]
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Nyx stepped forward, his cold, calculating eyes sweeping over the terrified crowd. A low growl echoed from outside the shelter—monsters were closing in. He could hear their heavy steps, the scraping of claws against the ground, and the unsettling rumble of their growls growing closer.
Viktor flexed his hand, the desire for more bloodshed barely contained. "Shall we begin?" he asked, his voice a cold whisper.
Nyx nodded without emotion, his gaze shifting to the approaching threat outside. "Let them come."
The monsters charged toward the shelter, their forms breaking through the smoky night. A scream pierced the air.
"Help us!" a woman in the crowd cried out, clutching a child to her chest. "At least save my child!"
"We're all going to die!" a man shouted, his voice cracking with despair as he backed away, his eyes wide with panic. Some people dropped to the ground, curling up in a ball, paralyzed by fear.
Nyx's gaze remained cold as he surveyed the chaos. "I'm only here for useful people," he said, his voice cutting through the frantic noise like a blade.
"Carry me along!" someone yelled in desperation.
"I'm a lawyer!" another voice shouted, as if offering some meager hope of value.
"I'm a nurse!" a woman cried out, hoping to make herself seem indispensable.
The crowd's pleas filled the air until Viktor spoke, his voice calm but firm. "Silence."
The weight of his words, combined with the memory of the three arrogant men lying dead on the floor, silenced the crowd in an instant.
Nyx's eyes glinted coldly. "We'll see who's useful soon enough."
He surveyed the group, calculating each potential asset. 'Talent is just a tool,' he thought. 'If you can't survive, then you're worthless to me.'
He watched as fear gripped the crowd. His mind worked swiftly, devising a way to filter the weak from the strong. 'I need to strain out the useless,' Nyx thought, his lips curling ever so slightly at the thought of what was to come.
The monsters were getting closer, their snarls now audible over the panicked breathing of the crowd. With all the noise and disruption, it was only natural that more creatures would be drawn in by the chaos. They were coming, and Nyx knew it was only a matter of time before the real test began.
Turning around, Nyx waved Viktor to follow him. "Let's go," he said, his voice steady, unfazed by the oncoming horde.
"Yes, Lord," Viktor responded, loyalty unshaken as he followed Nyx's lead.
They walked away from the group, distancing themselves but not too far. Nyx wanted to watch. To see who would crumble, and who might stand a chance. This was the true test. The monsters, the fear, the desperation—all of it would reveal the survivors and the fodder.
From a distance, Nyx and Viktor stood silently, watching the crowd that remained behind, awaiting the inevitable.
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