Alarms start blaring around the underground facility, with red alert lights, an automated voice announcing a breach of containment, and reinforced doors dropping from the ceiling as the cherry on top.
I consult the mini-map to the top-left corner of my vision and make my way to the left, where five red dots congregate just a couple hundred feet west of my position. I only make it a few dozen feet before my way through the sterile yet chaotic base is blocked by a heavy-looking blast door. My blade reflects the lights as I intrinsically get into a basic stance. The knowledge flows seamlessly from my mind as if I practised the basic swordsmanship katas of House Ipos thousands of times. The blade shines with a sinister light, looking flawless despite the millions of lives I know it has reaped through the aeons.
My blade slices through the reinforced metal, both mundanely and magically, like a hot knife through butter.
I take hurried yet deliberate steps towards the red icons on my mini-map, having figured out that such a facility that experimented with natural-born devils was isolated from everything else, and help was a long time away.
As I come close to yet another reinforced door that hides the cowardly researchers behind it, whom I could hear panicking from across the door thanks to my enhanced senses, I take a steadying breath and ready my blade again.
The metal slices perfectly, leaving an impossibly clean cut. I do not hesitate as I spot the telltale signs of magic circles being activated and rush through the door of what looks like a hybrid of a high-end human biological laboratory and something from the wet dreams of a fanatical magician.
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Taking a quick stock of my surroundings—a process that took a fraction of a second yet felt like an eternity—I rushed to the masked and garbed devils, who, in their infinite wisdom, decided to huddle together in one spot—a fatal mistake—and cut through two of them and their half-formed fireballs.
I don't stop to look at my prey and immediately twist towards the third and bisect him horizontally, showering me and the pristine environment in gore. A searing pain momentarily distracts me; it looks like one of them managed to hit my shoulder with a fireball, and the other is microseconds away from launching his own.
Without hesitation, I throw my blade at the Devil, and it sinks to the hilt in his sternum. I take advantage of the shock of such an unorthodox move and deliver a devastating uppercut to the stunned surviving Devil. I am rewarded with the sickening crunch of bone. I summon my blade and proceed to decapitate him in one graceful swing.
A quiet groan grabs my attention. It looks like the one I threw my blade at is still alive. I quickly move to him and shove my blade through his skull, and I am once again back to the almost serene blare of sirens—ten more to go.
I checked my mini-map for any other threats, and it looks like the coast is clear for now. I feel like a giant boulder has been lifted from my shoulder, and the rush of the last twenty-six seconds is processed in my mind.
Looking at my HUD, my HP went down by a quarter in that single hit, although the pain is somewhat dulled by what I assume is my devil physiology. Knowing that every room is equipped with CCTV, I quickly make short work of them before planning my next move. Showered in viscera and exhausted, I checked my map for my next targets.
Two groups are left, one quickly moving towards the other. It looks like they are trying for a last stand. Although the first encounter went without complication and with relative ease, I don't let this get to my head. My power makes sure of that. The opponents my ancestors have faced would kill me in less time than a human takes to blink, hell, before the neurons have sent signals to their brains from their eyes. These eggheads have never seen or never expected to see a battle, and that is something that I am going to exploit.