Kai and the Scalpel stood in a shadowed clearing nestled between rows of towering shipping containers, surrounded by rusted metal and silence. Just metres away, the ocean stretched out like a black abyss, its cold breath sweeping in over the docks. The wind bit sharp, salty, wet, and unforgiving, whistling through the gaps with a mournful hum.
It was the kind of place where screams wouldn't carry, aside from the distant explosions and screaming from the other battle taking place.
A perfect spot for monsters to meet.
"I can't believe it," Krane muttered, his dull eyes gleaming with twisted excitement as he stared at Kai like a priceless specimen. "The Bloodweaver. In the flesh. How exquisite."
Kai tilted his head slightly, arms loose by his sides. His posture was relaxed, but every muscle tensed beneath the surface. The man standing before him wasn't just another lunatic in a lab coat. He was something else.
