Then they keep moving through the streets like blades through cloth, cutting down anything that lurked too close to them to be seen.
Mutants came in twos and threes group at first, then in larger packs, drawn by the noise of battle.
Mina didn't shy away. Each kill was done with sharper precision fueled with anger.
Her dagger flashing in the pale daylight, her steps becoming quicker and surer.
She barely paused between attacks, each of her motions was smoother than the last.
Her breathing steady despite the chaos around them. By the time the last body slumped to the ground, the faint shimmer of the system's interface flickered before her eyes.
[Level Up] Level: 21
She opened the status window without hesitation, her finger tapping through the floating panels.
Without overthinking, she poured all the newly earned points straight into Strength for now.
The change was instant. Her limbs felt steadier, her grip felt stronger, the dagger in her hand almost too light now.
