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Jason fully activated his murderous mode, becoming the grim reaper to any creature that moved before his eyes.
Twisted and adhesive faces were split open, their screams incessant.
The accumulated water in the streets rose steadily, as Jason stood atop a crimson sea, which floated an abundance of severed limbs, and faces that were cleaved but had not died immediately cried in agony upon the water's surface.
Even the deepest pits of Hell could scarcely conjure a scene so grotesque.
The deluge of blood showed no sign of abating, and the number of Faceless did not diminish; as some died, new ones took their place.
Jason died and resurrected over and over again.
With each awakening, he swung his blade indifferently, never tiring as though he were a relentless killing machine.
With each resurrection, he grew stronger, but was still no match for the overwhelming horde of the Faceless.
Until a blood-red blade light suddenly burst forth!