[The Collapsing Circle - Damian's POV]
Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating scenes of carnage in stark clarity – students dying screaming, the defensive circle contracting meter by meter as exhaustion claimed even the strongest among them.
And in the center of it all, surrounded by chaos and despair and the dying screams of humanity's finest young awakeners, Damian stood with his gun raised, his face completely calm.
His gun fired with mechanical precision.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Each crimson bullet curved through rain and fog, finding targets that were about to kill students who'd frozen or fallen or made critical mistakes.
A creature lunging at a girl's exposed back – BAM – dropped with a hole through its skull.
Another about to tear through a boy's throat – BAM – collapsed mid-strike.
A third climbing over corpses to reach a student who'd lost his weapon – BAM – hit the mud before it could complete the kill.
His face remained completely calm.
