By the forty-five-minute mark, the remaining demons began to retreat. They had seen the Slayer kill before, but never like this. He was moving in perfect sync with a song only he and the burning ruins of the base could hear. He paced the halls, the stomp of his boots landing exactly on the downbeat. A Cacodemon drifted into view, saw the Slayer’s head tilt in time with the distorted guitar melody, and promptly tried to swallow its own eye in terror.
The air in the Phobos base didn’t just smell like ozone and spent brass anymore; it tasted like static. By the forty-five-minute mark, the remaining demons began
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