She couldn't cast a spell. She couldn't distort gravity. She couldn't crush the monster's bones into powder with a wave of her hand.
But Sylvia von Vespera had survived sixteen years under Duke Vespera's roof. She had studied every weapon her family had ever created—including the ones that shouldn't exist.
"THE BASE OF THE SKULL! THERE IS A GAP BETWEEN THE FOURTH AND FIFTH VERTEBRAE! THE BONE PLATES DON'T OVERLAP!"
Her voice was raw, shredded from the freezing air, but every syllable carried the precision of a battlefield commander.
Revan heard her. Mid-leap, his exhausted mind processed the information with a speed that defied his broken body.
'Fourth and fifth vertebrae. Base of the skull. She knows the anatomy of this thing.'
He didn't have time to question how or why. The monster's massive frame was still pinning Dain against the train wall, its second claw rising to deliver the killing blow.
