"Don't listen to it!" Sarah screamed, slamming her shield into a lunging horror. "Focus on the HUD! Focus on me!"
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Elias gritted his teeth and triggered his armour’s . The world slowed. The monsters became clear targets. He wasn't just a soldier; he was a Knight of the Round Table, a modern myth armed with the pinnacle of human technology. "Don't listen to it
Suddenly, the light-dome groaned. A section of the barrier turned a sickly, bruised purple before shattering like glass. The Anathema poured in—not as smoke, but as a tide of multifaceted beasts with too many limbs and eyes that mirrored the void. The monsters became clear targets