Fourteen bodies lay strewn about in pools of blood. The once-roaring bonfire was now just a dying ember, doused by splattering gore.
Elsewhere, the battle was long over.
Long Yu and Nissan hadn't even gotten much blood on their power armor.
The "boss," with a life force index approaching six thousand and mastery of the Blood Saber killing technique, was currently suspended in mid-air in an utterly humiliating position.
The bones and sinews in his limbs were all shattered, his power armor had been dismantled and lay in pieces, and two faintly glowing spikes forged from some unknown special metal pierced his collarbones, pinning him securely to a load-bearing pillar.
The metal spikes clearly had the strange effect of suppressing energy, leaving him unable to muster even a shred of strength.
He hung like a piece of cured meat being air-dried, able to do nothing but gasp for breath.
Nissan dusted off his hands, seemingly quite pleased with his handiwork.
