The plaza before the Infinity Tower fell into a horrific silence. The stench of blood lingered heavily in the Martian air, a gruesome reminder of the brutal massacre Lena had casually orchestrated with nothing more than a tap of her finger.
A dreadful pause ensued, during which hundreds of thousands of Hunters stared blankly at the shredded remains of their fellow comrades scattered gruesomely across the ground. Blood painted the sleek metal of their armor, limbs lay in grotesque angles, and crimson pooled ominously in the cracks of the pavement beneath their boots.
Lena stood proudly amidst the carnage, her wrist still poised above the deadly device she wore. Her cold, beautiful face was twisted into a chilling smile as her bright green eyes surveyed the trembling sea of shocked and fearful faces before her.
