The jackpot lights flickered one last ti, sparks dancing across the blood-slick floor.
A cold ping cut through the ringing in his ears:
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
[Target Eliminated: Pre-Glutton Steel Rank]
[ Feed Count: 6,000]
[Feed Count: 3,000]
[Total Feed Count: 17,100 / 20,000]
Johnquis coughed, staring at the blue glow.
"We... we did it? Is he finally dead? We survived THAT."
His chain twitched at his side, almost alive. The tal links pulsed, flowing like fresh blood through veins that had no business feeling warm. He wiped the blood from his mouth, a hoarse, broken laugh rattling out of him.
"Heh... Look at us. Just a leash boy and a mutt... taking down a Steel Rank pre-Glutton."
He let the chain coil loosely around his wrist, then glanced down. The Runner lay there, half-broken, eyes still glowing faintly — watching him with that sa eerie, loyal focus.
"You alright...? Hey. Stay with , you hear? You didn’t get torn up that bad for nothing. We’ll get out of this anomaly quest."
The Runner made a low, guttural click, the smallest sign it understood.
But before Johnquis could move, another cold ping flickered across his vision:
[Feed Count: 3,000]
[Feed Count: ??????/??????] — ??????
> THRESHOLD REACHED
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