The beast in front of him was called a Gore.
It was a rare species from a fallen super world.
In the old days, they served as protectors of their planet. Growing to divine at full adulthood, they were one of the first species to give corruption a real run for its money.
Unfortunately, they eventually fell. The heavy hitters of their species became mutts to the sons of corruption.
One of the ugliest falls in recorded history, some said.
Enzo didn't particularly care about the history right now.
"Strong exterior, and a bloodless interior."
He muttered it low, almost to himself, as his blade found the soft spot in the beast's hide.
—woosh
The Gore wailed. It thrashed hard enough to shake the ground beneath it, but the divine flame was already inside, burning outward from the core. The sound it made wasn't just pain. It was something older than that. Something that had no name in any language Enzo knew.
He kept moving.
