Killing had become so normal to Kyle.
Every second, he killed hundreds and thousands of Demons. He saw the appearance and mannerisms of every Demon he killed, and whenever he killed one, he saw how its life ended.
After years, ending lives had become as natural as breathing, although Kyle didn't need to breathe.
It was just such a natural and common occurrence.
Death, death, and even more death.
Yet, every life he ended represented a potential saved life. Sadly, despite the green lines, he couldn't really see the difference he made.
However, this didn't mean that Kyle wasn't making a difference.
The Transcendents, Primals, and Crushers behind Fort S-878 didn't know that a Decimator had been deployed in its area, but almost all of them still knew that there was one.
First, the groups noticed that their next opponent wasn't immediately waiting for them. For once, they actually had time to recover.
