Inside a relatively small tallic room, the sounds of blood, iron, and exhaustion echoed, as they had for quite a while.
There were two corpses inside the room—one was dried up and withered, while the other had nurous icy holes in it.
Shye and the five remaining Hawklings had been fighting for quite a while.
The forr had no choice but to continue, as he had already used the only escape chanism that worked inside the Hawkin Group Headquarters.
Ergency escape talismans simply didn't due to built-in interference; the only other choice was void portals—a skill he didn't have.
He could purchase it in the system, but it would cost him a whole million system points.
Furthermore, he still had to figure out how to use it—mostly the creation part of the destination portal—which, of course, was sothing he didn't have ti for, given his current circumstances.
On the other hand, Dweezel's bastards were simply unwilling to retreat—especially since they had an actual chance of carrying out their father's orders.
Shye was imnsely powerful and enduring, but even he had limits.
He had been fighting nonstop since earlier, clashing with elite guards, champions, titled adventurers, heroes, and more.
Not once had he been granted a mont of rest.
The battle against the Soul Warriors, alongside the Chaos and Tigren Elites, had been particularly taxing—both physically and ntally—as he was forced to listen to the death cries of his comrades for what felt like an eternity.
Even [Unfazed Heart] couldn't fully shield one's sanity from being gnawed away by such horrifying and heart-wrenching sounds.
Shye's stamina reserves were running dangerously low, and the intensity of the battle didn't grant him the luxury of gulping down stamina potions—more like his opponents would never allow him to.
After all, his exhaustion was the only advantage they had.
It was also the reason they refused to retreat, even after suffering two casualties.
Who knew when they would have the chance to fight Shye again in such favorable conditions?
Likely never.
This was their only chance.
Shye's body was riddled with lacerations, deep stab wounds in non-vital areas, and moderate flesh cuts.
Yet, despite it all, he was still standing—still fighting.
His enemies weren't unscathed either.
Primo had lost his left hand, while Hathor had lost his entire right arm—though fortunately for him, he was a lefty.
Leffen and the others had only suffered bruises and battering from Shye's relentless punches, kicks, knees, and elbows, but even they were struggling to move as fluidly as they had at the start of the battle.
The fight was getting uglier by the second.
Sidestepping to evade Primo's flurry of rapier lights, Shye sensed a spectral dagger with a sinister red glow streaking toward his neck.
But he was long accustod to this pattern.
With a swift turn, he sent Hathor flying with a spinning back kick after deflecting his dagger slash with one of his greatswords.
Seizing the mont, he switched weapons and unleashed a [Fireball], aiming to finish off one of the Hawklings' two main attackers.
After all, if either Primo or Hathor fell, the battle would beco significantly easier for him.
Alas, Second Hawkling wasn't so easy to kill. Hathor easily evaded the flaming sphere with a swift shadowy side dash.
The Hawklings were also starting to adapt to his combos.
To make matters worse, Shye's movents had grown sluggish due to his dwindling stamina, which also took a toll on his reaction ti.
He noticed the arrow streaking toward his gut a fraction too late.
Though he managed to shift his body just in ti to avoid a direct hit, the arrow still grazed his waist—tearing away a small chunk of flesh.
Shye grimaced in pain.
But he wasn't about to be outdone.
Knowing that Twelfth Hawkling—the archer—was too elusive, Shye focused on plotting against the mage Hawkling, who also possessed the circular device.
He was certain he was far smarter than the Hawkling.
Shye found the current situation odd and had suspected for a while that sothing was off with the device.
After all, it was now clear to him that the Hawklings were soul-enhanced, yet none of them had shown any signs of side effects or backlash.
Shye believed the device was absorbing those side effects, allowing the Hawklings to experience a significant boost in physical prowess without facing any consequences—at least for now.
And so, he planned to destroy the device.
The mage Hawkling fired a spell at him, as expected—a spark blast—which illuminated the entire room with a bluish-white glow.
The spell Fifth Hawkling cast worked perfectly in Shye's favor, as his plan relied heavily on the elent of surprise.
He had also deliberately paid little attention to the mage Hawkling prior, conditioning her mind to believe she wouldn't be targeted anyti soon.
With his back currently turned from Fifth Hawkling, the mage didn't see that he swapped twin greatswords to twin elental staffs.
'Ninth Devastation Ray!'
Shye swiftly spun, aiming one of the elental staffs at the mage Hawkling's heart while pointing the other toward the spatial bag strapped to her waist.
The glow of the [Spark Blast] masked both his movents and his intentions.
In the next mont, two thin, obliterating rays of multi-colored light shot toward Fifth Hawkling, piercing through the spell she had just cast.
The mage Hawkling was naturally horrified upon realizing that she was the target of such a deadly attack.
Unfortunately, with each ray enhanced by a charge of [Boost], their speed was beyond anything she could react to.
It was too late for her.
One of the devastation rays passed cleanly through her heart, obliterating everything in its path, while the other destroyed her spatial bag—and with it, the circular device.
Shye took a hit from Primo in exchange, but it was a trade well worth making.
Despite vomiting blood from an almost fatal wound close to where his heart was, Shye smiled.
The dark-purple aura and black smoke that had been emanating from the Hawklings' bodies had vanished.
Moreover, it was clear they were now suffering the backlash from the destruction of the device.
He had won.
At least, that's what it seed...
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