A squad of ten Sanitizers flying through the air was caught in a massive crossfire. The sheer density of the incoming lead chewed through their glowing white bodies, popping them like over-inflated balloons.
"It's like Black Friday, but with significantly more stabbing," Sebastian noted from his perch on the black glass mountain. He casually leaned against a jagged obsidian spire, crossing his arms and watching the absolute carnage unfold below.
"It's horrifying," Valerie murmured, though her blue eyes were tracking the tactical shifts in the battlefield with corporate precision. "They're throwing their lives away. They're dying by the millions."
"They're respawning," Sebastian corrected, pointing a black-gloved finger at the base of the iron spires.
