The strike of the Celestial Slaughter White Tiger was not an act of violence. It was an act of sharp-angled subtraction.
Suspended in Echo’s time frozen stillness field, the Tectonic Root Parasite Queen was fully motionless. Her thirty pairs of purple eyes were frozen wide in horror, unable to even blink as Vesper dropped upon her skull dome like an avatar of divine judgment.
Vesper’s razor-thin claws crossed in a flawless, slanted double-slash.
SHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG.
She didn’t touch the queen’s physical flesh. She snapped the map point space occupied by the beast’s central nervous system. Two whisper-thin lines of blinding white spatial void intersected at the exact core of the queen’s lower brain.
The time frozen stillness field gently collapsed.
Time resumed its normal flow.
CRACK-SHATTER!
