Few minutes earlier…
A storm of currents raged in the air, digging through the dense bronze scales of the Viagra Bulls, killing them.
A figure blitzed through the hoard, his lightning spear dancing through the air, leaving bloody streaks as it reaped lives.
Uriel was under the constant influx of rising stats. Victory notifications rang, but he cared less.
Except for a few occasions when he got drops and picked them, he whizzed through the hoard with chilling efficiency.
His eyes remained cold as he killed and killed until there was nothing left to kill.
The timer of the next wave popped up, and Uriel just stared, his blood-stained spear resting on his shoulder.
'I wonder how the others are doing…' His eyes flashed as he gazed at the night sky.
He couldn't bask in this short-lived peace for much longer, as the timer ticked to all zeroes.
The earth trembled, trees shook, and in the distance a sea of crimson eyes loomed close once more.
