I'd killed a few stray player killers the following days already.
Not Oracle members.
Just idiots.
The kind who saw the chaos surrounding the Tower and decided it was easier to hunt weaker players than climb honestly.
The latest one had been stalking a group nearly thirty levels beneath him.
I found him crouched on top of a collapsed watchtower on Floor Fifty-Five, patiently waiting for one of the lower-level players to expose their back.
He never got the chance.
Death Bringer slid through his chest before he even realized I was standing behind him.
For a second, he just stared down at the blade protruding from his body.
Then at me.
Confusion crossed his face.
Not anger.
Not hatred.
Just confusion.
Like he couldn't understand how I'd found him.
I pulled the weapon free.
His body hit the ground.
A moment later, the system consumed what remained.
The lower-level players looked up just in time to see the corpse dissolve.
Nobody approached me.
Nobody thanked me.
