Chapter 281: Tiamat's Venting (cont.)

Aya whistled.

In an apocalyptic zombie movie, blasting zombies apart with a large-caliber double-barreled shotgun was one of the most satisfying scenes, on par with driving an off-road sports car through a horde of zombies.

Aya had countless ways to slaughter her enemies, but even using a super-tier spell like [Fallen Down] might not have brought her this same sense of release.

That was right. With no one around, what she wanted to do now was vent.

The shotgun fired repeatedly, its deafening blasts rising and falling like an exaggerated heavy metal song.

The lead singer carried her "microphone" as she moved through the clusters of kneeling shadows, drawing her gun and blowing apart one shadow man's head after another.

Apparently finding it insufficiently satisfying, she pulled out another large-caliber double-barreled shotgun and fired both at once.

She pressed the muzzle against Shadow Hassan's head and fired. A fountain of black blood erupted, carrying fragments of a white skull mask as scattered pellets ricocheted across the floor with sharp clinks, forming the accompaniment to this heavy metal music.

"What Beast? What Grand? This is completely unreasonable!"

Aya kept firing as she cursed loudly, her voice swallowed beneath the deafening gunfire.

"What does it have to do with me whether your world gets destroyed or not? Why the hell are you dragging me into this? Fuck!"

The pungent smell of gunpowder spread through the air alongside the piercing gunshots.

Aya kicked a shadow man onto his back, then aimed both shotguns at his chest.

"Hassan? Shadow Servant? What worthless trash. Get lost!"

She pulled both triggers at once, and the steel shot severed Shadow Hassan's body cleanly through the middle.

Then she crushed the Shadow Servant's head beneath her foot.

"A predetermined future? If the future is already predetermined, then you