After clearing the area, Adam didn't slow down.
He went after more Sirens, this time with a pattern in mind.
It didn't take long to notice. Regions where the air felt heavier, where humidity clung to the skin and stagnant water pooled unnaturally close together, those were their nesting grounds. A simple observation, but a decisive one.
The descriptions didn't mention this; one had to figure it out on their own. It wasn't because it was too difficult, but because it was too simple to notice.
Once he understood that, the swamp stopped feeling vast.
His search tightened.
His efficiency skyrocketed.
Sirens surfaced only to die.
Twenty-two.
Thirty-four.
Fifty-six.
Sixty-seven
Eighty-eight.
At some point, Adam lost count.
He was on a streak, his roster filling with clean kills. No hesitation. No mercy. Every Siren that revealed itself dissolved into motes of light moments later. Digital or not, monsters were monsters.
Game is still game.
Adam was a menace.
