It had to be done.
Blood dripped off his fists as the darkness corroded what remained of the Bug. It was a third-person experience right now, watching his body move to slaughter and pierce through everything.
It was strange. He noticed his Infinity lingering around the corpses of monsters, but it seemed so pungently dark. There were vibrations of gold and white humming silently. Even his punishment seemed to carry beauty.
'Should I be concerned?' with every kill, there was more staining; the luscious desert fields of Linto tainted. At some point, the only thing in his immediate frame of vision was the dark Infinity plastered over everything. It literally clung to the air like a thick, almost viscous substance.
