There wasn't a trace of hesitation on Sam's face as he raised his hand.
Bullet of Oblivion!
The black orb surged into existence, pulsing with a chaotic blend of power, [Shadow], [Chaos], [Void], and now, [Hatred].
Compared to the one he fired at the [Roaring Titan], this one was far more potent.
It shimmered with layered energies, its form unstable, tearing through the air around it even before being fired.
Most people, if they found someone lurking in their home, especially hiding in the corner of their room, would stop and ask questions.
Maybe demand an explanation. Try to get answers.
Sam wasn't most people.
He didn't say a word. He didn't even blink.
[Proceed.]
His subconscious encouraged him, and he acted. Sam fired.
The bullet shot forward like a cannon of pure annihilation, warping the air around it with how fast it moved, the shriek of compressed energy leaving a harsh crack through the room.
