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Hante was just about to search for something to play the cassette tape when suddenly, low growling roars could be heard from outside. Hante carefully placed the cassette tape back into its case and then into his bag. Stepping out of the vault, he was met with chaos and devastation. The low growls were coming from several mutated creatures huddled in the corners. Their eyes emitted an eerie green glow in the dim light, as if they could pierce through the darkness. These creatures were not uncommon in the post-nuclear world, but they often symbolized danger, indicating that the area may have been heavily contaminated.
"It seems the explosion's commotion has attracted some unwelcome guests," Hante sighed softly. Though he felt a bit helpless, his eyes flickered with the flames of battle. Slowly, he began to gather energy in his hands, his unique ability - creating explosive energy, a power that had often been crucial for his survival.
As the energy condensed between his hands, Hante's expression became serious. He knew that this battle was inevitable, but he also understood that with the right approach, these mutant creatures were not formidable opponents. His gaze was as sharp as a cheetah's, focused on the few mutants slowly approaching him.
"Come, let's see who the true hunter is in this apocalypse," Hante thought to himself, then swiftly charged forward, ready to engage in a life-and-death struggle with these unknown enemies. This battle was not only a test of survival for him, but also a challenge to his own abilities, and he was prepared to face it all.
With Hante's battle cry echoing through the abandoned bank hall, the tense atmosphere reached its peak. His cry was not only a call to battle, but also a tribute to those comrades who persisted in their beliefs and continued to fight in the apocalypse. The appearance of the Wild Spider Beast increased the danger of the battle, but a determined flame burned in Hante's eyes, and his body displayed astonishing agility and strength in adversity.
When the threads of the Wild Spider Beast came whistling through the air, Hante swiftly dodged with extraordinary reflexes, his movements flowing like water with no wasted effort. The threads struck the bank's pillars, immediately entangling them into a pile of ruins, demonstrating the destructive power of the threads. The spider beast's bite was ferocious, its huge mouth seemingly capable of swallowing Hante in one gulp.
However, Hante's fighting spirit became even more resolute. Faced with the fierce attacks of the Wild Spider Beast, he not only did not retreat, but instead stepped forward to meet the enemy. His hands once again gathered energy, this time he was prepared to respond to this huge enemy in a more direct way. As the giant mouth of the Wild Spider Beast lunged towards him, Hante forcefully pushed out his hands, releasing an explosive energy directly towards the beast's mouth.
The explosion's light burst in the dark hall, illuminating the entire space. The powerful explosive force pushed back the Wild Spider Beast, giving Hante a precious chance to catch his breath. In this moment, he breathed deeply, a hint of a smile on his face. He knew he still had the ability to protect himself. For Arya, for The Seventh Seal, he would not retreat.
With the brutal end of the Wild Spider Beast, the interior of the bank instantly turned into a bloody battlefield. Hante looked at the thick green blood scattered all over the place, his expression complex and indiscernible, showing both the fatigue after the battle and the vigilance for the impending arrival of more enemies. His gaze moved with each Wild Spider Beast rushing into the hall, the sheer number of them was staggering. These seemingly endless monsters surged in like a tide, each impact making the bank's structure groan.
Hante shook his head lightly, stabilizing his position as he retreated. A sense of unwillingness surged in his heart, making him unable to help but wonder if there was truly no safe place in this desolate city. The spider silk and fangs of the Wild Spider Beast were everywhere, each attack filled with deadly threats. Hante furrowed his brow, silently calculating how to deal with this sudden crisis.
He gathered the explosive energy in his hands once again, preparing to face wave after wave of attacks. However, even so, Hante understood that facing such a large number of enemies, his own strength alone was far from enough. He needed to find a breakthrough or an opportunity to temporarily escape.
Hante's eyes flickered with strategy in the midst of battle. Each explosion was not only an attack on the enemy, but also a search for hope of survival. His figure darted through the encirclement of the Wild Spider Beast, each evasion like a dance on the edge of death. Even in the face of adversity, Hante's heart still burned with unyielding fighting spirit. He would not give up easily, even in this deserted and desolate city.
When the Wild Spider Beast swarmed in like a tide, Hante's heart raced. He knew that he was facing not only a life-and-death challenge, but also a test of his own limits. At that moment, he didn't hesitate at all. He took a deep breath and concentrated all his power into his palms. As he fiercely clapped his hands onto the icy ground, an immensely powerful energy quickly gathered and erupted into a dazzling light.
That light, like the sunrise in the east, dispersed the surrounding shadows. The force of the explosion even caused the air in the bank lobby to tremble, and the subsequent shockwave sent the Wild Spider Beasts that were about to pounce flying viciously. Their roars became almost insignificant amidst the thunderous roar of the explosion. In the smoke and dust, Hante looked like a warrior returned from hell, with a cold and resolute expression on his face.
At this moment, Hante clearly realized that staying here would only lead to a more dangerous situation. Without hesitation, he turned around and quickly rushed outside the bank while the smoke and dust had not yet cleared. With each step, the ground trembled slightly, and his figure appeared and disappeared in the dust, like a ghost escaping from a desperate situation.
On the square outside the bank, a desolate city scene once again came into view, but Hante had no intention of stopping at all. He knew that only by quickly leaving this area could he temporarily escape the endless pursuit and attacks. Behind him, the deafening sound of a huge explosion and the roar of the Wild Spider Beast intertwined into a doomsday song, and Hante was the only figure in this song running towards the light.
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