Erik watched Vania's blurred shape dart toward him. Her speed remained terrifying, even with his enhanced dexterity.
She moved like a demon—all teeth, claws, and rage—her body twisted by mutations that sacrificed humanity for raw power. No… She turned into a demon. It wasn't just because of the demonic appearance she got, but even her way of fighting, the way in which, despite the feral mind, she was still able to create chilling tactics to take Erik by surprise.
She had to die. Something like this could not roam the world unopposed.
"Now or never." Erik steeled himself. One wrong move and he would die.
[Don't miss it!]
Erik didn't answer. His muscles tensed, his mind sharpened, and his heart drummed as Vania closed the last meters separating them. Instead of erecting a barrier or dodging, Erik left himself open—a willing target.
