The VEGA system had glitched. The anthem of his carnage was stuck in a temporal feedback loop, the same sixty-second window of earth-shattering bass and screaming industrial metal playing over and over.
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Thirty minutes in, the Slayer realized the rhythm was his pulse now. He stopped using his guns. The Super Shotgun was too slow for this tempo. He switched to the Doomblade, his movements becoming a blur of choreographed violence. He wasn't just fighting; he was conducting. He stopped using his guns
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. He wasn't just fighting; he was conducting