I kept slaughtering. Every Rabid Rooster that approached, every monster still rampaging, became a target for [Mindrender]. My movements might not have been as fast or lethal as at the start, but they were still enough to finish off these disorganized creatures.
My eyes weren't just focused on the monsters, but also my surroundings. I watched the other contestants struggling, some nearly falling, others managing kills. But in my heart, a colder thought ran: If possible, let them get eliminated by these chickens first before I kill the monsters. Fewer contestants meant less competition for points later. And with my body this tired, every little advantage mattered.
The battle continued brutally but one-sidedly. Without their leader, the chicken horde lost direction. They were still dangerous, but uncoordinated. One by one, they fell. Sometimes by me, sometimes by the remaining contestants.
About fifteen minutes later, the last crowing and roaring echoed, then... silence.
