The courtyard had become a slaughterhouse.
Kyle stood in the center of the chaos, his crimson eyes watching as Cancer's followers cut down Sagittarius's. Arrows meant for him found the backs of warriors. Assassins slit the throats of their own shadows.
Screams. Blood. The clang of steel against steel.
And beneath it all, the faint chime of his system notifications.
[Unused Stat Points: +1 | Shop Points: +10]
[Unused Stat Points: +2 | Shop Points: +20]
[Unused Stat Points: +2 | Shop Points: +20]
The points were falling like rain. Each chime was a small victory. Each number that climbed was a step closer to survival. Kyle didn't have time to celebrate. But his split mind logged every single one.
`The plan worked.`
This situation had been planned by Kyle from the start. From the very beginning, Kyle had known he couldn't kill thirty veteran agents alone.
