The Kobolds barked madly, their voices cracking into shrill, panicked howls.
In Vikram's vision, blurred shapes were running everywhere in chaotic circles. Some slammed into stone walls. Some tripped over fallen bodies. Some clawed at the ground as if trying to dig themselves out of the darkness itself.
Vikram stood at the tunnel entrance like a silent executioner.
Both hands moved with mechanical precision.
Load. Aim. Release. Load again.
His breathing was steady. His eyes were sharp.
He had entered a perfect combat rhythm.
Another arrow flew.
Kobold's body jerked violently before collapsing face-first onto the stone.
Headshot. Another arrow. Another fall.
Every single shot he released found flesh.
His accuracy had become almost frightening.
"AWOOOOOOOO!"
The Kobolds' cries were no longer the roars of warriors. They were the desperate screams of frightened beasts.
Under the suffocating darkness and relentless sniping, something horrifying began to unfold.
