Blood leaked out of Caspian's mouth.
He looked down.
A hand, ended with claws, protruded out of his chest, piercing flesh and bones alike.
He was supposed to already be at a safe distance—far away from danger, and yet that turns out to also be a false illusion. It was only then that he realized he was not dealing with an ordinary group. As if fate now hated him and pitted him against something that he could not win.
Anomalies that were far beyond his abilities.
Rex pulled his claws out of Caspian's chest and watched his body buckle and fall to the ground.
One strike aimed at the heart. Aimed to kill.
And to make sure that he wouldn't come back up again, Rex grabbed his head and tore it out. Skull and spine were pulled in a grotesque manner. Fortunately, there was no one around to see except the old trees around him.
