Ding!
[Kill Count: 5,000 / 5,000]
[Sixth Summon Slot – Acquired]
The wind was colder now.
Not because the air had changed—but because Damien had. Something in his body, his soul, had shifted when that final kill landed. His system had recognized it. So had the earth.
But his bones?
His bones were tired. They were almost creaking underneath his skin. Or maybe they were and he just wasn't hearing it.
He stood still for a moment longer in the clearing, surrounded by demon corpses. The black blood soaked into the torn seams of his cloak. His legs ached.
His vision flickered with quiet system diagnostics and the faint shimmer of exhaustion warnings.
Ding!
[Stamina level critically low!]
He ignored the system notification like it wasn't meant for him.
Instead, he looked around at the few remaining shapes darting in the dark edges of the trees—low-grade demons, wounded and hiding.
He could end them.
Could.
But he didn't want to.
