A smile split like a scar across my pale face as I surrendered to the intoxication of battle. My blood boiled, my entire being vibrated with exhilaration. I activated my Blood Pact, and a burning wave coursed through my muscles, swelling them with strength, my senses sharpening to the extreme. Each beat of my heart demanded a toll, a sacrifice willingly given in the abyss of slaughter.
Then, I struck.
I had stopped thinking. The blood spoke for me. My body moved on its own, driven by a cold certainty: I was made to kill.
Not to survive. Not to love. Just... to kill.
A movement. A flash.
My claws sprang from my fingers, curved like raptor talons, terrifyingly hard. My first strike gutted the nearest insectoid, slicing through its obsidian carapace like fragile flesh. A geyser of black fluids splashed across my face as I was already melting into the next shadow.
