Seris had been smart. She had concealed her trump card until the very last second, unleashing it only after breaching his defense.
But even her strongest ultimate skill hadn't been enough.
"Let's deal with this strange power of yours first."
His voice was grim, his face terrifying. Without hesitation, Baylor tightened his grip on her right arm.
Seconds later, a scream tore through the battlefield ... Seris's scream .. as Baylor ripped her arm off, tearing it from her body in a brutal burst of violence.
She crashed to the ground, blood gushing from the wound without pause.
Baylor…
Held the tattooed arm—now severed and limp—before freezing it solid in one swift motion.
Then, just like shattering glass ...
He crushed it into pieces.
Seris stared up at him with bloodshot, defiant eyes, refusing to give in—even if it meant her death.
