Shadow-Enforcer Malrik’s throat swelled to twice its normal thickness, bulging with fifty years of incinerated Saint lifespan.
His vocal cords turned a violent, bruised crimson as demonic Qi surged up his windpipe.
The compressed acoustic energy coiled within his chest, ready to unleash the forbidden Censorate Soul-Shatter Scream.
The shockwave would carry the destructive resonance of a dying Saint Vessel Mid core, designed to travel through solid rock and liquefy brain tissue two miles away.
Malrik’s lips peeled back from his bloody teeth in a triumphant, suicidal sneer.
Sera Thorne did not raise her shield.
She did not lunge forward to disrupt his breath.
Instead, she calmly reached into the small embroidered pouch at her waist and withdrew a smooth white jade talisman.
