"....?!"
Carl, Grace, and Philip were completely stunned, their breaths hitching in their throats. There was no surge of spirit energy, no martial action, no incantation. The twenty mutated zombies just dropped dead before them, hitting the linoleum floor with hollow thuds like puppets with their strings violently cut.
'Big sister is getting more powerful,' Carl thought with a small, knowing smile, adjusting his grip on his assassin's dagger.
'Wow! When can I become like Senior sister?' Grace thought in sheer awe, her dark eyes wide as she clutched her high-class staff.
'The Captain is this powerful, although they're just Lv10 to Lv20 monsters, but killing with a single glance, this is too overpowered,' Philip thought in shock, a deep mix of surprise and disbelief warring in his mind. The absolute efficiency of the slaughter defied all established combat logic he knew.
