Chapter 50: Another Boss Battle
Marcus cackled—a wild, untamed sound that echoed off the scorched stone walls of the corridor. His twin pistols rested in his palms like extensions of his own body—smooth, deadly, humming with latent power.
Without hesitation, he surged forward, flames licking at his boots as he darted across the blackened floor, covering vast distances in mere seconds. Trails of flickering embers marked his path like a blazing comet streaking through the darkness.
Then, from the swirling dust and shadows, four figures emerged. Their identities no longer mattered. Predator and prey was the only language Marcus understood now. The glint of steel and the cold hum of firearms told him everything: one wielded a sword, two hefted rifles, and the last gripped a heavy axe—each weapon reflecting the dim flickering light like a promise of imminent violence.
"Never thought I’d experience the thrill of the hunt again!" Marcus shouted, his voice thick with manic excitement, adrenaline surging through his veins.
His fingers danced over the pistols, runes blazing to life along the barrels, casting arcane sigils that shimmered like molten metal. The familiar rush of power coursed through him as he bellowed.
"Blightful Cinders!"
The barrels roared, spitting a devastating torrent of bullets fused with explosive and necrotic energy. The hailstorm of death tore through the figures—each shot precise, merciless. They crumpled instantly, souls spiraling upward as the system chimed in acknowledgment, absorbing them seamlessly into Marcus’s growing arsenal.
[Souls Stored: 5/5]