Zane's finger flick had ended a life in an instant.
Everyone watching — from bandits to bystanders — stood frozen, stunned beyond words.
The group of twenty-four bandits who had rushed toward him had nearly reached him. Their smirking expressions instantly warped into pure terror. But before they could even think to change direction or flee, Zane was already in motion.
Swift. Precise. Merciless.
He moved through the group like a blur, flicking each one with surgical precision. Each flick resulted in the same grotesque outcome — heads bursting apart like fragile melons.
One after another… twenty-four lives ended in less than ten seconds.
Driver Barua stared with eyes wide as saucers.
He whispered to himself in disbelief, "A monster… in human skin."
All his life, he had believed — as did most in the Arthridian world — that humans, especially pure-bloods, were weak and pathetic. Natural prey for the powerful species of this realm.
But today… that belief was shattered.
