The Slayer stood in the sudden, deafening quiet. His chest didn't heave. He simply looked down at his blood-slicked gauntlets, then up at the next reinforced door.
The VEGA system had glitched. The anthem of his carnage was stuck in a temporal feedback loop, the same sixty-second window of earth-shattering bass and screaming industrial metal playing over and over. The Slayer stood in the sudden, deafening quiet
The demons felt it first. A Hell Knight charged, its roar lost under the weight of a beat that seemed to vibrate the very atoms of the corridor. The Slayer didn’t even look at it. He caught the beast's jaw in mid-air, timed to the precise moment the snare hit. Snap. The VEGA system had glitched
As the hour mark approached, the Slayer stood atop a pile of charred chitin and cracked skulls. The loop reached its final, most aggressive peak. The air around him began to glow—not from Argent energy, but from the sheer friction of his intent. The music finally cut to silence. A Hell Knight charged, its roar lost under
Should we delve into the he used during the loop, or