The air in the deep forest is still humid and heavy, with the fishy smell and oppression of the mutant beast after the rage.
Eli slowly walked out of the black fog, his hair wet with cold sweat and stuck to his forehead, but his expression was frighteningly calm. The tenth-level mutant behind him lay quietly on the ground, its eyes still full of madness, but it dared not resist anymore.
Eli did not show much emotion but just stared at the tall figure standing on the rock in the distance.
Atlas did not take action from beginning to end but just watched calmly. His cloak fluttered in the wind like a silent flag in the night.
"You did it."
The voice was very light, but it was like a signal of some heavy shackles breaking.
Eli slowly walked a few steps closer, his throat choked, but he only whispered:
"Didn't you say that I could never control the tenth level?"
