[Feather Shards]
The blast from Liam's skill had detonated at point-blank range.
The armored vampire hadn't even had time to scream. Hundreds of razor-sharp energy feathers tore into him from just meters away, shredding through his chestplate like paper and embedding themselves deep into his flesh.
BOOM.
The impact hurled the vampire several meters back. His armored body crashed into the scorched dirt with a heavy thud, smoke rising from the glowing cuts that now decorated his torso.
Liam stood still, his breathing calm, eyes locked on the body.
For a second, nothing moved.
Then blood began to pool out from beneath the vampire, staining the charred ground a deep crimson. The armored figure twitched slightly, his limbs spasming involuntarily. The energy feathers had ripped through his abdomen, leaving a massive gash that pulsed and bled out with every feeble movement.
He didn't stand up.
He didn't groan.
He just lay there, gasping silently, broken and bleeding.
