"T-this isn't normal…"
"Even parasites shouldn't move like that—!"
Faceless Imposter turned toward the speaker.
"Oh?" he said. "Is that so?"
He took one step forward.
"Enough! It's getting a late. I'll finish all of you now."
"Blood Manipulation: Shard Bloom."
With a flick of both hands, he scattered droplets of blood midair and willed them to expand.
Each droplet bloomed outward like a flower of death—blades of blood arcing silently through the air.
Slash—! Slash—!
Slash—! Slash—!
The air screamed.
Not from sound—but from pressure.
The blood shards tore through space like invisible scythes, each one curving with malicious intent. They didn't fly randomly.
They hunted.
A Ravarn tried to raise a barrier.
Too slow.
The first shard pierced his forearm, pinning it to his chest.
The second carved straight through his throat.
The third burst from the back of his skull in a spray of crimson.
He collapsed without a sound.
Another demon turned and ran.
Three steps.
