The final, resounding CLANG of the blast door was the most beautiful and terrifying sound Jin had ever heard. It was the sound of safety, but it was also the sound of a tomb sealing shut. For a long moment, the only sounds in the sterile airlock were their own ragged gasps for breath and the frantic, drumming beat of their own hearts.
The Alpha's final, resonant shriek seemed to hang in the air long after it had faded, an echo of pure malice that promised revenge. It was the sound of a city of nightmares being alerted to their presence.
Jin leaned his back against the cold metal of the door, his body trembling. The Kageyoshi was still in his hand, its grip slick with the ichor of a thousand monsters. His stamina was gone, the Whirlwind and Reckoning skills having drained him to his very core. His HP hovered at a dangerous low, a constant, throbbing reminder of his own mortality.
[HP: 58 / 585]
[STAMINA: 35 / 585]
[STATUS EFFECT: EXHAUSTION, MINOR LACERATIONS]
