The onslaught of attacks on the giant monster felt endless - an eternity of slashes, blasts, and blood.
In truth, it had only been around ten minutes.
But ten minutes of relentless, high-stakes combat against a nightmare that refused to die was more than enough to push even elite mutants past their breaking point. Especially when most of them had already burned through most of their energy already.
The creature should've dropped by now. It was a walking corpse - torn tendons, ruptured muscles, scorched and mangled flesh hanging in strips. Its entire body was a roadmap of violence. Yet somehow, it still stood. Still swung. Still roared with a rage that cracked the air like thunder. As if pure hatred alone were enough to keep it alive.
Unlike the monster, the others were wearing down fast.