Silas existed in a state of controlled satisfaction—giddy from his accumulated kills, from his successful combat ventures that had validated his capabilities, proving that his outpost survival skills translated effectively in the Shroud deployment.
Bodies stacked up, Silas thought with dark pleasure.
Crawlers dropped with ruthless efficiency—it was dangerous if he slipped,as he wasn't as durable ass the rest of his cohort but otherwise the fights felt procedural, not difficult. Speed Enhancement paired with Sense Fade turned the hunt into something that bordered on unfair.
Well almost.
He spotted a large candidate across the plaza with a huge body suggesting a strength-focused build, and an expression that was just… ugly. Not hostile. Not friendly. Just an unfortunate facial structure that made his neutral expression look vaguely threatening.
